On Affliction
In the midst of my misery
To God will I make my moan,
And patiently abide
Till he shall hear my groan.
And therefore thou enemy
Rejoice not at my fall:
For, through the goodness of my God,
Get up again I shall.
Though now for God's good time
In darkness I do sit,
Yet doubtless will his mercy great
Restore me to his light.
In the meanwhile will I
Myself patiently sustain,
His anger and displeasure eke,
Though it be to my pain:
For I have sinned sore
Against his goodness oft.
Howbeit I know he will eftsoons
Set my poor soul aloft,
To see his light to my comfort
And gladding of my heart,
When without means shall fall
Death his grievous dart.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
On Affliction
John Bradford, "On Affliction," in The Writings of John Bradford, Vol. 2, p. 368:
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Thanks for sharing.
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