| First Line: | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I |
| Meter: | L.M. |
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1. Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine; To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine. But O their end! their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so; On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below.