O Lord, hast not thou taught
My soul to love thy name?
And when in deep afflictions brought,
To learn from whence they came?
My trust is all in thee,
Almighty, Sovereign Lord;
What though I suffer and may feel
The presence of thy rod.
In mercy make me strong
To suffer all thy will;
And in my heart, O put a song
Of sweet deliverance still.
When thou this mortal cell
Of clay shalt please to break,
O take me up with thee to dwell
In heaven, thy dwelling place.
No more should briny tears
Flow down these withering cheeks,
But my immortal spirit be
With God, whom now it seeks.
With all the blood-washing throng
Of happy saints above,
It should continue in its song,
Proclaiming, “God is love.”
Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.