When I think on the course I have run
From my childhood itself to this day,
I tremble, and fain would I shun,
The remembrance its terrors array.
I marvel at struggles endured,
With a destiny frightful as mine,
At the strength for such efforts: – assured
Tho’ I am, ’tis in vain to repine.
I have known this sad life thirty years,
And to me, thirty years it has been
Of suff’ring, o f sorrow and tears,
Ev’ry day of its bondage ‘ve seen.
But ’tis nothing the past – or the pains,
Hitherto I have struggled to bear,
When I think, oh my God! On the chains,
That I know I’m yet destined to wear.