The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

Why should a living man complain

Why should a living man complain
Of deep distress within,
since every sigh and every pain
Is but the fruit of sin?

No, Lord! I'll patiently submit,
Nor ever dare rebel;
Yet sure I may, here at thy feet,
My painful feelings tell.

Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise
And beat upon my soul
One trouble to another cries,
Billows on billows roll.

From fear to hope, and hope to fear,
My shipwrecked soul is tossed;
Till I am tempted in despair
To give up all for lost.

Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look
Once more to thee, my God!
O fix my feet upon a rock,
Beyond the gaping flood.

One look of mercy from thy face
Will set my heart at ease;
One all-commanding word of grace
Will make the tempest cease.

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