Scripture Verse

There is no peace…unto the wicked. Isaiah 48:22


Words: From A Se­lect­ion of Psalms and Hymns, fifth ed­i­tion, by Tho­mas Cot­ter­ill (Lon­don: Hatch­ard & See­ly, 1814), num­ber 94.

Music: St. James Ralph Courte­ville, in Se­lect Psalms and Hymns for the Use of the Par­ish Church and Ta­ber­na­cle of St. James’, West­min­ster, 1696 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Cot­ter­ill or Courte­ville (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


Lost in the wildering maze of sin,
And far from God astray,
The wicked, guiled by Satan’s arts,
Pursue their dreadful way.

From day to day they roam for rest,
But all their search in vain;
They seek the living ’mong the dead,
And joy where sorrows reign.

Estranged from Thee, Thou God of peace!
What peace can sinners find?
What, but the phantom Satan gives
To lure the captive mind?

The wicked, like the troubled sea,
In restless motion rage,
And with their conscience, and with Thee,
Unceasing warfare wage.

Till Thou direct our feet aright,
And guide us by Thy love,
From Heaven and peace, and safety far,
Our wandering footsteps rove.

When faith, uplifting meek her eye,
Beholds Thine anger cease,
And grace inspires the hope of Heaven—
This, this alone is peace.