Ah! why am I left to complain

Verse 1
Ah! Why am I left to complain
In gloomy despair of relief?
No end of oppression and pain,
No respite, or ease of my grief!
To sooth my incurable wound
No friendly physician I see;
No balm is in Gilead found,
No promise of mercy for me.

Verse 2
In vain for redemption I look;
My hope in a Saviour unknown,
It passes away like a brook
Dried up in a moment and gone!
But God cannot finally fail;
The fountain of life from above
Shall rise in the depth of the vale,
Shall flow with a current of love.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? Wilt thou be altogether unto me as waters that fail?”—[Jer.] xv. 18.Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 2 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 26.
Publishing: Public Domain