Lord, I See You
CXLVIII
I Cry Unto the LORD, my days are few
Soon I shall pass just like the morning dew
The painful healing that I never knew
I feel the cure it's power seems untrue
Yet for the charge of it, my well has drained
And in the storehouse, there is no more grain
My illness eats my flesh without restrain
And those I love the most could not sustain
In this my state with thee, I do not blame
It is not fate, nor late thy mercies came
My faith in thy behest remains the same
You gave the best, and I am not ashamed
It seems unfair with thy great grace in view
In thy intensive care, LORD, I see you
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