The Resignation

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
Whose eye ______ atom globe surveys,
To thee, my only rock, I fly,
Thy mercy in thy justice praise.

The mystic mazes ______ thy will,
The shadows of celestial light,
Are past ______ pow'r of human skill,—
But what th' Eternal ______ is right.

O teach me in the trying hour,
______ anguish swells the dewy tear,
To still my sorrows, ______ thy pow'r,
Thy goodness love, thy justice fear.

If ______ this bosom aught but Thee
Encroaching sought a boundless sway,
Omniscience could the danger see,
And Mercy look the ______ away.

Then why, my soul, dost thou complain?
Why ______ seek the dark recess?
Shake off the melancholy chain.
______ God created all to bless.

But ah! my breast ______ human still;
The rising sigh, the falling tear,
My ______ vitals' feeble rill,
The sickness of my soul declare.

______ yet, with fortitude resigned,
I'll thank th' inflicter of ______ blow;
Forbid the sigh, compose my mind,
Nor let ______ gush of mis'ry flow.

The gloomy mantle of the night,
Which on my sinking spirit steals,
Will vanish at ______ morning light,
Which God, my East, my sun reveals.