Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
357 Kedar
Words: Isaac Watts, 1719
Music: Thomas Ward, 2017
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Copyright: 2025 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
Hard lot of mine, my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.
O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell.
Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms;
I am for peace, but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
Should burning arrows smite them through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.
O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell.
Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms;
I am for peace, but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
Should burning arrows smite them through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.