Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#92

92. Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I

1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine!

2 But, oh, their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

3 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain,
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a prelude to their pain.

4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, ’tis enough that Thou art mine,
My life, my portion and my God.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Depravity; Heart: depraved; Man: Depravity of; Nature of Man, corrupt; Original Sin; Sin: Original; Sin: Deceitfulness of
• Notes: Author from index: Watts

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