Widowhood L.M.D.

Let heav'n and earth united sing,
The praises of the God of love,
Our husband, saviour, God and king,
Whose name and nature such we prove.
But Zion, church and bride of God,
Withdrawing from the joyful throng,
Bewails her state of widowhood,
And vents complaints instead of song.

For grief, an absent God's her plea,
In deepest sorrow thus she cries:
"The Lord he hath forsaken me,
Dissolv'd are all the solemn ties.
I of my God forgotten am,
Though once beloved and named his bride;
My glory's turnèd into shame
Where from my mis'ries may I hide?"