And then I knelt and prayed for those
Who, like me, found no sweet repose."

"Sick, sick, sick,
And gloomy all the day;
Sick, sick, sick,
Thus life wears away."

"Murmur not, my troubled soul,
At thy Father's dealings;
Wild the billows round thee roll:
Yield not to the feelings
Of despair that gather round:
Troubles rise not from the ground."
[_Job_ 5:6-8].

"How many souls around the throne
Once suffered here like me,--
Like me discouraged, tempted, tried,
But now for ever free:
They shout their griefs and trials o'er;
Then let me fear and doubt no more."

"At home all day; I cannot pray,
Can neither read nor think:
O God, I cry; the waves roll high,
Support me or I sink."

"Did I murmur that the rod
Was so heavy, O my God?