I am a great complainer that bears the name of Christ;
Come all ye Zion mourners and listen to my cries:
I’ve many sore temptations, and sorrows to my soul;
I feel my faith declining and my affections cold.
It is great pride and passion beset me on my way,
So I am filled with folly, and so neglect to pray;
I am so weak I stumble, and so I’m left behind,
While others run rejoicing, and seem to lose no time.