Verse 1
Thou, Lord, who hast ravish’d away
The joy of mine eyes with a stroke,
To thee in my trouble I pray,
To thee for my comfort I look:
No help upon earth can I see,
And deeply disconsolate mourn,
The world is a desart to me,
’Till Jesus, and Eden return.
Verse 2
Thy favour alone can supply
The place of all other relief,
The pity that drops from thine eye
Asswages and quiets my grief:
A widow in want and distress,
If thee my defender I prove,
I sweetly recover my peace,
And calmly rejoice in thy love.
Verse 3
Now therefore a spirit receive,
Resolv’d upon thee to depend,
And wholly to thee let me live,
My only unchangeable friend:
Preserve me a widow indeed,
’Till call’d to my lasting abode,
From sorrow eternally freed,
And rapt to the bosom of God.