Lyrics:
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The Sacred Harp:
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.
I wish it was with me now as in the days of old,
The glorious light of Jesus was flowing in my soul,
But now I am distressed and no relief can find,
A hard deceitful heart and a wretched, wand'ring mind.
It is great pride and passion beset me on my way,
I am filled with folly and so neglect to pray;
I am so weak I stumble and so I'm left behind,
While others run rejoicing and seem to lose no time.
The Southern Harmony:
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.
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.
I wish it was with me now as in the days of old,
The glorious light of Jesus was flowing in my soul,
But now I am distressed and no relief can find,
A hard deceitful heart and a wretched, wand'ring mind.
It is great pride and passion beset me on my way,
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.
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 on my way,
So I am filled with folly and so neglect to pray.
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