284    7s     J. H. Langley
A Mourner’s Sorrow and Comfort. Ps. 6. 6; 42. 1-3, 5

1 When shall all my sorrows end?
  When my days of mourning cease?
  When shall I to Christ ascend?
  Only place of happiness?

2 Thirsting, panting after home,
  Longing for that happy day,
  Still I cry, “My Saviour, come!
  Come, Lord Jesus, come away.”

3 See what tribulations rise;
  Earth and sin beset me round;
  Sorrows, trickling from my eyes,
  Moisten all the weary ground.

4 Lord, thy pardoning love reveal;
  Let my cry ascend thy ears.
  Sin, alas! I deeply feel;
  Sin, but ah! thy blood appears!

5 Blood, that answers every claim,
  Tells me, Jesus died for me.
  Then, in his delightful name,
  Sin’s subdued, and I am free.