Numbers 14:2: Would God that we had died in the land, &c

Poor abject souls that disbelieve
The promise, when it comes so nigh!
To God who dare not credence give.
For fear of death they wish to die:
They have the death for which they call;

But justly first their burden bear.
Their bodies in the desert fall,
Their souls are saved by Moses prayer.
Have I not often wish'd the same.
In peevishness of mad despair.
Repined I out of Egypt came.

And vex'd I had not perish'd there?
While hopeless the good land to see,
I question'd. Lord, Thy truth and pov/er,
And cried, " A saint I cannot be,
I cannot live, and sin no more."