a monstrous mass of woe

The Lord the righteous tries; Yet we’ll adore his name; He never will their cause despise, Nor put their hope to shame. He brings them to the test, And tries them by his law; Then leads them to the promised rest, From whence they comfort draw. Then he his face conceals, And lets them grope within; And by his Spirit’s power reveals The dreadful plague of sin. [chorus] We straightway cry, “Unclean! A monstrous mass of woe! What can such hosts of evil mean? And whither can we go?” We straightway cry, “Unclean! A monstrous mass of woe! What can such hosts of evil mean? And whither can we go?” “Look here,” the Lord replies; “Thy beauty’s all in me; ’Tis thine to flee from self, and prize Salvation full and free. “Whate’er my wisdom does, Or lets the tempter do, Thy guilt and ruin to disclose, One thing I keep in view – “To teach thee how to live By faith in Jesus’ name; For guilt and sin to mourn and grieve, And sing the Lamb once slain.” [chorus] We straightway cry, “Unclean! A monstrous mass of woe! What can such hosts of evil mean? And whither can we go?” We straightway cry, “Unclean! A monstrous mass of woe! What can such hosts of evil mean? And whither can we go?”We straightway cry, “Unclean! A monstrous mass of woe! What can such hosts of evil mean? And whither can we go?”