Am I a stranger here, on earth alone,

When shall my weary days be past and gone?

When shall I find some respite, some relief

From this unsleeping pain, this haunting grief?

The joyful sun another morning brings,

I only wake to see care's piercing stings;

The soft moon comes with silent night and sleep,

And bringeth nought to me but time to weep.

My heart and conscience sorely wounded lie,

Struck by the arrows of Thy wrath, Most High!

From morn to eventide where'er I flee,

I find no hiding-place, great God, from Thee!

O Lord, be not so strict to mark my crimes!

Great God, dost thou remember yet those times

Of foolish thoughtlessness, when blind and young

My heart to vain delights of earth still clung?

Wilt Thou then always bear my sins in mind?

What offering, what atonement can I find!

Nought have I of mine own but sin and wrong,

But love and mercy, Lord, to Thee belong!

Oh therefore leave me not the wretched prey

Of those who seek to take my life away!

Yet though with streaming eyes to Thee I cry,

No answering voice comes from Thy throne on high.

Vain are my tears and prayers, vain all my woe,

While Thou dost fight against me as a foe;

The zeal of Thy just anger and Thy might

Have plunged my soul in blackest depths of night.

I sit alone; with tears I bathe my cheeks,

With bitter sighs and groans my spirit seeks,

For Him, who veils behind the clouds His face,

And hears not, as of old in happier days.

O that I had a dove's swift wings! I'd fly

Away to some far mountain lone and high,--

Yet could I not escape His mighty hand

Before whom all things bare and open stand.

Nay, rather let me suffer all His will,

Though His fierce anger beat upon me still,

A willing heart and patient mind, O God!

I bring to Thy sever but righteous rod.

Much have I sinned, I perish utterly

If my misdeeds be all avenged of Thee;

Yet, Lord of Hosts, doth not thy Word proclaim,

The Merciful is Thy most glorious name!