964    7s     A. Serle
“Let my cry come near before thee.” Ps. 119. 169

1 If to thee I breathe my prayer,
  Lord, wilt thou not deign to hear?
  Shall I seek, but seek in vain?
  Shall I ask, and not obtain?

2 Shall the foretaste thou hast wrought,
  Be to disappointment brought,
  (Though thy promise calls it sure),
  Of the life that shall endure?

3 Lord, to thee I trembling run,
  Void of refuge and undone;
  And if thou reject my prayer,
  Ruined, lost, I’ll perish there!