XXXVIII.
“My Lord, my God, what wondrous grace is this
That thou hast not disdained to visit me,
And give me tidings of my coming bliss—
Who am I, sinful man, so graced to be?
Oh gladly will I bear whate’er by thee
May be appointed, ere my race be run,
Of pain or travail—Lord, thy will be done.”
XXXIX.
In calmest quiet waiting his release,