Where are the mourners, saith the Lord

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This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 154 of Book 2, published 1709, entitled Self-righteousness insufficient.

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"Where are the mourners," saith the Lord,
"That wait and tremble at my word,
That walk in darkness all the day?
Come, make my name your trust and stay."

"No works nor duties of your own
Can for the smallest sin atone
The robes that nature may provide
Will not your least pollutions hide."

"The softest couch that nature knows
Can give the conscience no repose;
Look to my righteousness and live;
Comfort and peace are mine to give."

"Ye sons of pride, that kindle coals
With your own hands, to warm your souls
Walk in the light of your own fire,
Enjoy the sparks that ye desire."

"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."

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