|First Line:||I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ|
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1. I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ; Come, all ye Zion mourners, and listen to my cries: I've many sore temptations, and sorrows to my soul; I feel my faith declining, and my affections cold. 2. O Lord of life and glory, my sins to me reveal, And by thy love and power, my sin sick soul be healed; I thought my warfare over, no trouble I should see; But now I'm like the lonely dove, that mourns on the wavering tree. 3. I wish it was with me now, as in the days of old, When the glorious light of Jesus was flowing in my soul; But now I am distressed, and no relief can find, With a hard deceitful heart, and a wretched wandering mind. 4. It is great pride and passion, beset me on my way, So I am filled with folly, and so neglect to pray; While others run rejoicing, and seem to lose no time, I am so weak I stumble, and so I'm left behind. 5. I read that peace and happiness meet Christians in their way, That bear their cross with meekness, and don't neglect to pray But I, a thousand objects beset me in my way So I am filled with folly, and so neglect to pray.