Heavy, O Lord, On My Thy Judgements Lie; Accursed I Am While God Rejects My Cry. O'Erwhelm'D In Darkness And Despair I Groan, And Every Place Is Hell, For God Is Gone. O Lord, Arise, And Let Thy Beams Control Those Horrid Clouds That Press My Frighted Soul: Save The Poor Wanderer From Eternal Night, Thou That Art The God Of Light. Downward I Hasten To My Destined Place; There None Obtain Thy Aid, Or Sing Thy Praise, Soon Shall I Lie In Death'S Deep Ocean Drown'D: Is Mercy There, Or Sweet Forgiveness Found? O Save Me Yet Whilst On The Brink I Stand; Rebuke The Storm, And Waft My Soul To Land, O Let Her Rest Beneath Thy Wing Secure, Thou That Art The God Of Power. Behold The Prodigal! To Thee I Come, To Hail My Father, And To Seek My Home. Nor Refuge Could I Find, Nor Friend Abroad, Straying In Vice, And Destitute Of God. O Let Thy Terrors And My Anguish End! Be Thou My Refuge, And Be Thou My Friend: Receive The Son Thou Didst So Long Reprove, Thou That Art The God Of Love.