BETSY’S TEARS, a song.
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Oh Betsy hide that starting tear, That fain would speak distress; A cherub’s aid will soon appear, And make your sufferings less.
You say no pity you can crave, For misery here below; Then rest your hopes beyond the grave, Where God great mercy show.
To every damsel in distress, If penitents they prove; He quickly make their sorrows less, And send again his love.
The villian that betray’d in youth, An artless maid astray; Was stranger to the love of truth, Or what the scriptures say.
An earthly guardian he was made, By him that is no more; He’ll find chastisement’s sharpen’d blade, On him torments pour.
No retribution he can make, While on this earth he crawls; God will speedy vengance take, When he the reptile calls.