Amidst the mighty, where is he
who saith, and it is done?
Each varying scene of changeful life
is from the Lord alone.
He gives in gladsome bow’rs to dwell,
or clothes in sorrow’s shroud;
His hand hath formed the light, his hand
hath formed the dark’ning cloud.
Why should a living man complain
beneath the chast’ning rod?
Our sins afflict us; and the cross
must bring us back to God.
O sons of men! with anxious care
your hearts and ways explore;
Return from paths of vice to God:
return, and sin no more!
|First Line:||Amidst the mighty, where is he|
|Title:||Lament. 3:37-40: Amidst the mighty, where is he|