Classic Poem

1. O God of my salvation, hear My nightly groan,
my daily prayer, That still employ my wasting
My soul declining
My
breath; My soul declining to the
My soul declining to the grave,
to the grave, Implores thy sovereign power to
soul declining to the grave, Implores thy sovereign power to
grave, Implores thy sovereign power to
Implores thy sovereign power to
save From dark despair and lasting death.
save From dark despair and lasting death.
save From dark despair and lasting death.
save From dark despair and lasting death.

2. Thy wrath lies heavy on my soul,
And waves of sorrow o'er me roll,
While dust and silence spread the gloom;
My friends beloved in happier days,
The dear companions of my ways,
Descend around me to the tomb.

3. As, lost in lonely grief, I tread
The mournful mansions of the dead,
Or to some throned assembly go;
Through all alike I rove alone,
While, here forgot and there unknown,
The change renews my piercing woe.

4. And why will God neglect my call;
Or who shall profit by my fall?
When life departs and love expires,
Can dust and darkness praise the Lord,
Or wake, or brighten at his word,
And tune the harp with heavenly quires?

5. Yet through each melancholy day,
I've prayed to thee, and still will pray,
Imploring still thy kind return
But, oh! my friends, my comforts, fled,
And all my kindred of the dead
Recall my wandering thoughts to mourn.