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“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.


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