929    C.M.     W. Hammond
“I was envious at the foolish.” Ps. 73. 3; 37. 1

1 While others live in mirth and ease,
  And feel no want or woe,
  Through this dark, howling wilderness
  I full of sorrow go.

2 Ah! wretched soul to reason thus,
  And murmur without end!
  Did Christ expire upon the cross?
  And is he not thy friend?

3 Why dost thou envy worldly men,
  And think their state so blest?
  How great salvation hast thou seen!
  And Jesus is thy rest.

4 What can this lower world afford,
  Compared with Jesus’ grace?
  Thy happiness is in the Lord,
  And thou shalt see his face.