Yea, Lord, I know that Thou art just:
If not, then who could be ?
Yet oft I'm perplexed, I confess,
Then let me talk with Thee.
Why doth the wicked prosperously
Increase, while dealing treacherously ?

Why do they laugh, and dance, and seem
Light-hearted night and day ?
Yet never think of Thee who lets
Them prosper in the way.
And yet, O Lord, I would not give
The joy Thou givest for all they have.

"I've overcome the world, beloved;
Then be thou of good cheer.
This world is not thy dwelling-place,
There's naught abiding here;
Though grief and sorrow here may try
The glory waits thee by and by." H. McD