Oft have I heard of Thine Almighty power,

But never saw thee till this dreadful hour.

O’erwhelmed with shame, the Lord of life I see,

Abhor myself, and give my soul to Thee.

Nor shall my weakness tempt Thine anger more:

Man was not made to question, but adore.

Young.

And though sometimes Thou seem’st Thy face to hide,

As one that had withdrawn his love from me,

’Tis that my faith may to the full be tried,