1 Oh, that my head were waters, and my eyes
Were fountains, flowing like the liquid skies;
Then would I give the mighty flood release,
And weep a deluge for the human race!
2 Oh, that in this dark wilderness of woe,
I had some lodging place where I might go
And leave my people, who heed not the Word,
And will not listen to the gracious Lord.
3 They pass along amid the busy throng,
With slander and deceit upon their tongue:
With haughty heads despise the blessèd Word,
And will not know Me, saith the gracious Lord.
4 How Zion mourns because of the great woe,
The Lord shall bring upon my people now:
They to the mountains flee, and weep and wail,
While fire and desolation fill the vale.
5 And death has entered in their homes, and they
Shall see their children die and pass away;
Confounded, and in grief they faint and fall,
While fed by God with wormwood and with gall.
6 But he that understandeth yet may know
That I the Lord will lovingkindness show;
If they will come and trust My holy Word,
I will forgive them, saith the gracious Lord.
7 Then sinner, come, and seek thy Father’s face,
Come and be saved by His redeeming grace;
Come to His loving arms, and He will take you in,
And save you from the power of guilt and sin.