Lamentation

Oh

that my head were wa­ters

and my eyes

Were fount­ains

flow­ing like the liq­uid skies;

Then would I give the migh­ty flood re­lease

And weep a del­uge for the hu­man race!

Oh

that in this dark wil­der­ness of woe

I had some lodg­ing place where I might go

And leave my peo­ple

who heed not the Word

And will not list­en to the gra­cious Lord.

They pass along amid the bu­sy throng

With slan­der and de­ceit up­on their tongue:

With haugh­ty heads des­pise the bless­èd Word

And will not know Me

saith the gra­cious Lord.

How Zi­on mourns be­cause of the great woe

The Lord shall bring up­on my people now:

They to the mount­ains flee

and weep and wail

While fire and de­so­la­tion fill the vale.

And death has en­tered in their homes

and they

Shall see their child­ren die and pass away;

Confounded

and in grief they faint and fall

While fed by God with worm­wood and with gall.

But he that un­der­stand­eth yet may know

That I the Lord will lov­ing­kind­ness show;

If they will come and trust My ho­ly Word

I will for­give them

saith the gra­cious Lord.

Then sin­ner

come

and seek thy Fa­ther’s face

Come and be saved by His re­deem­ing grace;

Come to His lov­ing arms

and He will take you in

And save you from the pow­er of guilt and sin.