William Billings - Where are the mourners, saith the Lord - текст песни (слова)

1. 'Where are the Mourners', saith the Lord, 
Who wait and tremble at my Word? 
Who walk in Darkness all the Day? 
Come, make my Name your Trust and Stay.' 
2. 'No Works, nor Duties, of your own, 
Can for the smallest Sin atone; 
The Robes which Nature may provide, 
Will not your least Pollution hide.' 
3. 'The softest Couch which Nature knows, 
Can give the Conscience no repose: 
Look to my Right'ousness, and live; 
Comfort and Peace are mine to give.' 
4. 'Ye Sons of Pride, who kindle Coals 
With your own Hands to warm your Souls, 
Walk in the Light of your own Fire, 
Enjoy the Sparks which you desire.' 
5. 'This is your Portion at my Hands; 
Hell waits you with her iron Bands; 
Ye shall lie down in Sorrow there, 
In Death, in Darkness, and Despair.'