Pain and anguish o’er?
Not till I reach my home in Heaven,
All life’s journey trod;
Not till my sins are all forgiven
By the grace of God!
“I WILL TRUST IN THE COVERT OF THY WINGS. SELAH.”
My heart is pain’d within me. When shall I
Away from all these mournful sorrows fly—
The ills of life—the ceaseless care and toil,
Spontaneous growth of earth’s polluted soil?