#100Harp Untuned

MY harp untuned and laid aside, (To cheerful hours the harp belongs,) My cruel foes insulting cried: "Come, sing us one of Zion's songs."

Alas! When sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines and love grows cold, Is it a day for one to sing?

Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glowed; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the Ark of God.

While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say, Dismiss thy fears, the Ark is mine.

Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power; Still wrestle at the Throne of Grace, And wait for a reviving hour.