I awoke with cold and trembling, the Lord had heard my prayer,
My blood ran through every vein, with hope and poor despair,
I fell down on my knees and prayed, as I ne’er had done before,
I gave my word to Him above, I would never blaspheme more.
All is done for our good, we should not rebuke His will,
In spite of all bad weather, the heads of corn did fill;
The harvest was most bountiful, with abundance we were blest.
Take warning now and do not swear, God does all for the best.
H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London.