193 HUNTINGTON

HOME Denson Revision to the Cooper book version of this tune
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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.
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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.