WHY should I so fretful be, Fearful, envious, bowed by care? Workers of iniquity Soon shall be no longer there. Why, my soul, distrusting be, Seldom resting patiently?
Help me, Lord, to feel and know Just how greatly I offend When I envy men below, Making earthly gain my end, Sharing thus the aims of those Who are Thy determined foes.
Help me to believe Thy Word, Yielding all my ways to Thee, Trust Thee as a living Lord, Free from base anxiety; May my greatest pleasures be All those things which come from Thee.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust