183 GREENWICH - as written

Denson Revision


Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur and repine;
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.

But oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.