“I was envious at the foolish.” Ps. 73. 3; 37. 1
W. Hammond C.M.
1
While others live in mirth and ease,
And feel no want or woe,
Through this dark, howling wilderness
I full of sorrow go.
2
Ah! wretched soul to reason thus,
And murmur without end!
Did Christ expire upon the cross?
And is he not thy friend?
3
Why dost thou envy worldly men,
And think their state so blest?
How great salvation hast thou seen!
And Jesus is thy rest.
4
What can this lower world afford,
Compared with Jesus’ grace?
Thy happiness is in the Lord,
And thou shalt see his face.
