947    148th     B. Beddome
“Who can tell?” 2 Sam. 12. 22; Jonah 3. 9

1 Great God! to thee I’ll make
  My griefs and sorrows known;
  And with a humble hope
  Approach thy awful throne;
  Though by my sins deserving hell,
  I’ll not despair, for who can tell?

2 To thee, who by a word
  My drooping soul canst cheer,
  And by thy Spirit form
  Thy glorious image there;
  My foes subdue, my fears dispel;
  I’ll daily seek, for who can tell?

3 Endangered or distressed,
  To thee alone I’ll fly,
  Implore thy powerful help,
  And at thy footstool lie;
  My case bemoan, my wants reveal,
  And patient wait, for who can tell?

4 My heart misgives me oft,
  But one sweet smile from thee
  At once would make me clean.
  If thou be mine, all will be well;
  And why not so? for who can tell?