 | The Poetic Writings of Thomas Cradock, 1718-1770 |  |
Resignation
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What e'er, all-clement God,Thy justice shall ordain;
I'll bow, submissive to thy rod,
And never will complain.
2
Though ills, successive fall,On my devoted head,
With patient heart, I'll bear them all,
And to thy mercy plead.
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3
For well, I know, the causeOf thy consuming wrath;
Too long I've disobey'd thy laws,
I've merited my death.
4
I know, whate'er I feel,The Saviour suffer'd more;
And man's distempered heart to heal,
Severest tortures bore.
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Hear this! my soul, thou'lt say,Since God's such tender love,
I'll bear life's sorrows as I may,
My gratitude to prove.
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