My Soul Is Sad and Much Dismayed

My soul is sad and much dis­mayed;

See

Lord

what le­gions of my foes

With fierce Ap­ol­ly­on at their head

My heav’n­ly pil­grim­age op­pose!

See

from the ov­er-burn­ing lake

How like a smo­ky cloud they rise!

With hor­rid blasts my soul they shake

With storms of blas­phe­mies and lies.

Their fie­ry ar­rows reach the mark

My throb­bing heart with ang­uish tear;

Each lights up­on a kin­dred spark

And finds abun­dant fu­el there.

I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;

O

I would drive it from my breast

With Thy own sharp two-edged sword

Far as the east is from the west!

Come then

and chase the cru­el host

Heal the deep wounds I have re­ceived!

Nor let the pow­ers of dark­ness boast

That I am foiled

and Thou art grieved!