No resting place! oh! sad, oppressive thought!
The overburdened heart opprest with grief,
Must bear its weight o’er sad reflection’s tide,
Fearing at last the fate of unbelief.
Is there one here, without one beam of hope?
Oppressed, desponding, bordering on despair?
Still sinking ’neath gloom’s dark and heavy cloud,
Not thinking e’er one cheering boon to share?
Lie still, e’en here, and search the hidden cause;
O’er every sin has victory been won?