“I was envious at the foolish.” Ps. 73. 3; 37. 1

W. Hammond        C.M.

While others live in mirth and ease,
 And feel no want or woe,
 Through this dark, howling wilderness
 I full of sorrow go.

Ah! wretched soul to reason thus,
 And murmur without end!
 Did Christ expire upon the cross?
 And is he not thy friend?

Why dost thou envy worldly men,
 And think their state so blest?
 How great salvation hast thou seen!
 And Jesus is thy rest.

What can this lower world afford,
 Compared with Jesus’ grace?
 Thy happiness is in the Lord,
 And thou shalt see his face.