997    C.M.     R. Burnham
“I go mourning all the day long.” Ps. 38. 6

1 Lord, while I wander here below
  What ills my soul annoy!
  For ’tis of thee I little know,
  And ah! still less enjoy.

2 I often hear the word of life,
  And all seems death within;
  Yet feel a strange mysterious strife
  Between my soul and sin.

3 I read the truth and think it o’er,
  And long to know thy will;
  And wrestle for thy Spirit’s power;
  But ah! how barren still!

4 But shall I from thy throne retreat,
  And hopeless, yield to fear?
  No, in the strength of God I’d wait,
  Till mercy shall appear.

5 Then still, my soul, fresh cries lift up;
  Stand firm in Zion’s ways;
  Till God at length shall crown thy hope,
  And fill thee with his praise.