Mr. Sandrigon- may I suggest you compose some complaint hymns? Is that an oxymoron?
From the Sacred Harp page 141 - ComplainerI am a great complainerThat bears the name of Christ;Come, all ye Zion mourners,And listen to my cries;I’ve many sore temptationsAnd sorrows to my soul;I feel my faith declining,And my affections cold.I wish it was with me nowAs in the days of old,The glorious light of JesusWas flowing in my soul,But now I am distressed,And no more relief can find,A hard, deceitful heartAnd a wretched, wand’ring mind.http://www.pilgrimproduction.org/sacredharp/union/music/11.mp3
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And wept at our wintry Door:
Look! look! behold! Gwendolen
Is become a Clod of Clay!
Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!