676    C.M.     D. Herbert
The Doubting Soul’s Soliloquy. Job 12. 14; Ps. 55. 6

1 O could I lift this heart of mine
  Above these creature things,
  I’d fly, and leave this world below,
  As though on eagle’s wings.

2 [But ah! I feel no love at all,
  Can neither praise nor pray;
  O would the Lord but shine again,
  And turn this night to day!]

3 But whither can I go to lodge
  My sorrow and complaint?
  Unless the Lord is pleased to shine,
  I mope, I grieve, I faint.

4 I find my striving all in vain,
  Unless my Lord is near;
  My heart is hard; I’m such a wretch –
  Can neither love nor fear.

5 I ask my soul this question then,
  For here I would begin:
  O do I feel a want of Christ
  To save me from my sin?

6 The souls redeemed by precious blood
  Are taught this lesson well;
  ’Tis not of him that wills or runs,
  But Christ who saves from hell.