Author: Herbert Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #507 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How oft I grumble and repine,
With blessings in my hand;
There’s nothing here can satisfy,
Nor gold, nor house, nor land.
2 Sometimes the Lord bestows on me,
His fretful child, a toy,
On which I raise my prospects high,
And look for certain joy.
3 But soon there’s something intervenes;
I’ve something else in view;
The former mercy is forgot,
And I want something new.
4 [Oh! this unstable heart of mine
Is like the troubled sea;
The more I have, the more I want;
When shall I settled be?]
5 I know this wretched world can’t fill
This anxious soul of mine;
O could I to my Father’s will
My soul, my all resign!
6 [Sometimes, alas! I think I can;
I’ll trust the world no more;
But when I meet some little cross,
I’m fretful as before.
7 Why am I captivated thus,
By such poor trifling toys?
Alas! how oft this wretched world
Annoys my better joys!]
8 I want to trust, but cannot trust,
A God of providence;
Although he bless from day to day,
I’m full of diffidence.
9 [When troubles roll in thick and fast,
Ah! then my faith gives way;
Sometimes I think I cannot stand,
No, not another day.]
10 Sometimes, like Ephraim, I rebel,
I cannot bear the yoke;
I kick and murmur at the rod,
And shrink at every stroke;
11 But when my Father smiles again,
Then what a fool am I!
’Tis then, like Ephraim, I repent,
And smite upon my thigh.
12 Like him I mourn, like him I cry,
“Lord, hold me with thy hand;
And draw me by thy special grace;
Hold up, and I shall stand.”
Scripture: Psalm 17:15 Languages: English
How oft I grumble and repine
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