WOE'S me that I in Mesech am

WOE' S me that I in Mesech am A sojourner so long; That I in tabernacles dwell

My soul with him that hateth peace Hath long a dweller been; I am for peace; but when I speak, For battle they are keen.

My soul distracted mourns and pines To reach that peaceful shore, Where all the weary are at rest, And troubles vex no more.

Fierce burning coals of juniper, And arrows of the strong, Await those false and cruel tongues Which do the righteous wrong.

But as for me my song shall rise Before Jehovah's throne, For He has seen my deep distress, And hearken'd to my groan. Charles H. Spurgeon,