What new offence, what unknown deed
Has driv'n my God away
Why is it that in vain I plead?
Oh! why this long delay?

Thoughts after thoughts all day ensue,
In melancholy train.
Sorrow, I lay me down with you,
With you I rise again.

The holy leaves, I sighing said,
Will ease my pressing woe:
Their light shall o'er my soul be spread,
Their comforts in me flow.

Eager the holy leaves I turn,
I strain attention's pow'rs.
Alas! in darkness still I mourn,
Still comfortless my hours.

Hope whispers, " in his holy place
Thou shalt the blessing find. "
Hope blushes, for he hides his face;
And grief o'erwhelms my mind.

Yet I will seek him till I die;
Who always sought in vain?
His heart is kind, his pow'r is nigh,
And pray'r his ear will gain.