WHY so sad, thou princely child?" Moloch's servants scornfully chide, Times appear and pass away Why does son of Jesse hide? If your God in Heaven's height Will bring you to His holy hill Wherefore then we seek to know Why His chariots linger still? I hoped that all my foes Would see my swift redemption; But they mock and say: "Away as a cloud It passeth; no hope is left for thee." I hearken shame-filled, and my tears Flow unresistingly. |