Verse 1
With grief a father must foresee
The havock of his children nigh:
But Jesus suffers it to be,
And kindly turns his servant’s eye
From gazing on his own success,
To future scenes of sad distress.
Verse 2
Ev’n now, in deep prophetic woe
The prosper’d minister may say,
After my death too well I know
The grievous wolves expect their prey:
The grievous wolves will entrance find,
And rend the flock I leave behind.