1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand assist my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dang'rous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod!
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise and join,
Their fury with deceit.
7 O keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Isra'l it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain
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First Line: | Mine eyes and my desire |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Third part |