| lyric | Wherefore hath the light been given to a heart sorrowful?
and the life blood to the sore afflicted,
who for death are longing, that comes not.
They dig for it more than for great treasure hid,
yea, they are glad, and go rejoicin
when they their grave see open.
Wherefore is light given to menm whose ways are hid,
and whom the Lord for ever hath hedg’d in?
Wherefore? |