God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. Sterne.
Thank God, that yet I live.
In tender mercy, heeding not the prayer
I boldly uttered, in my first despair,
He would not rashly give
The punishment an erring spirit braved.
From sudden death, in kindness. I was saved.
It was a fearful thought
That this fair earth had not one pleasure left.
I was at once of sight and hope bereft.