Samuel Webbe - Where, Lord, shall I my refuge see? - текст песни (слова)

Where, Lord, shall I my refuge see?
 On whom repose my hope but thee?
 O purge my guilt, nor let my foe,
 Exulting, mock my heightened woe.
 Convinced that thy paternal hand
 Inflicts but what my sins demand,
 I speechless sat; nor plaintive word,
 Nor murmur from my lips was heard. 
 
 But O, in thy appointed hour
 Withdraw thy rod; lest nature's pow'r,
 While griefs on griefs my heart assail,
 Unequal to the conflict, fail.
 O how thy chastisements impair
 The human form, however fair!
 How frail the strongest frame we see,
 If thou the sinner's fate decree! 
 
 As when the fretting moths consume
 The labour of the curious loom,
 The texture fails, the dyes decay,
 And all its lustre fades away. 
 Such, man, thy state! then humbled, own
 That vanity and thou are one;
 Thyself, when in the balance weighed,
 A nothing, and thy life a shade.