1 |Where are the mourners, (saith the Lord)
|That wait and tremble at my word,
|That walk in darkness all the day?
|Come, make my name your trust and stay.
2 [|No works nor duties of your own
|Can for the smallest sin atone;
|The robes that nature may provide
|Will not your least pollutions hide.
3 |The softest couch that nature knows
|Can give the conscience no repose:
|Look to my righteousness, and live;
|Comfort and peace are mine to give.]
4 |Ye sons of pride that kindle coals
|With your own hands to warm your souls,
|Walk in the light of your own fire,
|Enjoy the sparks that ye desire.
5 |This is your portion at my hands;
|Hell waits you with her iron bands,
|Ye shall lie down in sorrow there,
|In death, in darkness, and despair.|
Isaiah 1:10-11. Isaiah 28:20.