The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/A Prayer, under the pressure of violent anguish
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A PRAYER, UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH.
O Thou Great Being what Thou art
Surpasses me to know:
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
Surpasses me to know:
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
Thy creature here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey Thy high behest.
All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey Thy high behest.
Sure, Thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath!
O, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!
From cruelty or wrath!
O, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design;
Then, man my soul with firm resolves
To bear and not repine!
To suit some wise design;
Then, man my soul with firm resolves
To bear and not repine!