Ah why my Soul, art thou absorb'd in pain?
Ah why my Soul, art thou absorb'd in pain?
Why art thou found disquieted in vain?
Dispel thy fears, let every doubt subside,
Acquaint thyself with God, in him conside.
Frail Man, of Woman born, is heir to woe;
From various sources his afflictions flow;
As sparks ascending bear to heav'n their course,
So sorrow triumphs with resistless force.
On Earth, what being is exempt from pain?
Awake, then, oh my Soul! no more complain.
Art thou not blest with bright Reflection's aid?
Is not thy Maker's love with grace display'd?
Why art thou found disquieted in vain?
Dispel thy fears, let every doubt subside,
Acquaint thyself with God, in him conside.
Frail Man, of Woman born, is heir to woe;
From various sources his afflictions flow;
As sparks ascending bear to heav'n their course,
So sorrow triumphs with resistless force.
On Earth, what being is exempt from pain?
Awake, then, oh my Soul! no more complain.
Art thou not blest with bright Reflection's aid?
Is not thy Maker's love with grace display'd?
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