A Song-Sermon
Job XIV. 13-15.
RONDEL.
Would that thou hid me in the grave
And kept me with death’s gaoler-care;
Until thy wrath away should wear
A sentence fixed thy prisoner gave!
I would endure with patience brave
So thou remembered I was there!
Would that thou hid me in the grave,
And kept me with death’s gaoler-care!
To see thy creature thou wouldst crave–
Desire thy handiwork so fair;
Then wouldst thou call through death’s dank air
And I would answer from the cave!
Would that thou hid me in the grave,
And kept me with death’s gaoler-care!
