Verse 1
Why am I, Lord, at life’s sad close
Unsav’d, unhappy, and unclean,
Abandon’d to my inbred foes,
O’erwhelm’d with wretchedness and sin,
A mystery to myself am I,
Nor can into thy counsel pry:
Verse 2
I know not what my God hath will’d,
To save, or finally depart;
The deep design is still conceal’d,
The love or anger in thy heart;
Inexplicably dark to me;
But known are all thy works to thee.