169. Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I

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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.
But O their end! their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
Title: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
Meter: L.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1854
Tune Information
Name: HUNTINGTON
Meter: L.M.
Incipit: 51231 55315 3



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