JOB XIII. 15. Joanna Baillie Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL. 1840 pp. 398-399.

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JOB XIII . 15. O GOD , who by thy boundless might , This earth , heaven's dome and stars of light , Hast formed in wisdom and in love ! Let every human bosom move With grateful thoughts , and gladly raise In swelling notes a psalm of praise ! Let high and low , and bond and free , Bless thy great name , and trust in thee ! This is our strong and stedfast stay , When health and wealth have flown away ; When every joy of life is past , Our greatest comfort and our last . When laid upon the bed of death , These thoughts will join our latest breath , " I will , O Lord , though crushed and spent I be , Yea , though thou slay me , trust in thee . " A generous virtue , nobly sprung , Faith towers our inward powers among , Like armed chief , like warrior true , Whose courage nothing can subdue , But bravely combats to the last , Then says with looks high-heavenward cast , " I will , O Lord , in this extremity , Even though thou slay me , trust in thee . "