LAETITIA PILKINGTON1712-1750
1712-1750
My Lord, my Saviour, and my God,I bow to thy correcting rod;Nor will I murmur or complain,Tho’ every limb be fill’d with pain;Tho’ my weak tongue its aid denies;And daylight wounds my wretched eyes.
My Lord, my Saviour, and my God,I bow to thy correcting rod;Nor will I murmur or complain,Tho’ every limb be fill’d with pain;Tho’ my weak tongue its aid denies;And daylight wounds my wretched eyes.
My Lord, my Saviour, and my God,I bow to thy correcting rod;Nor will I murmur or complain,Tho’ every limb be fill’d with pain;Tho’ my weak tongue its aid denies;And daylight wounds my wretched eyes.
My Lord, my Saviour, and my God,
I bow to thy correcting rod;
Nor will I murmur or complain,
Tho’ every limb be fill’d with pain;
Tho’ my weak tongue its aid denies;
And daylight wounds my wretched eyes.