Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war. Psalm 120:5–7
What a mournful life is mine,
Filled with crosses, pains and cares!
Every work defiled with sin,
Every step beset with snares!
If alone I pensive sit,
I myself can hardly bear;
If I pass along the street,
Sin and riot triumph there.
Jesus! how my heart is pained,
How it mourns for souls deceived!
When I hear Thy name profaned,
When I see Thy Spirit grieved!
When Thy children’s griefs I view,
Their distress becomes my own;
All I hear, or see, or do,
Makes me tremble, weep and groan.
Mourning thus I long had been,
When I heard my Savior’s voice;
Thou hast cause to mourn for sin,
But in Me thou may’st rejoice.
This kind word dispelled my grief,
Put to silence my complaints;
Though of sinners I am chief,
He has ranked me with His saints.
Though constrained to dwell awhile
Where the wicked strive and brawl;
Let them frown, so He but smile,
Heav’n will make amends for all.
There, believers, we shall rest,
Free from sorrow, sin and fears;
Nothing there our peace molest,
Through eternal rounds of years.
Let us then the fight endure,
See our captain looking down;
He will make the conquest sure,
And bestow the promised crown.