The Psalms of David ‎#II.CLXIII

II.CLXIII. Dear Lord, behold our sore Distress

1 Dear Lord! behold our sore Distress;
Our Sins attempt to reign;
Stretch out thine Arm of conqu'ring Grace,
And let thy Foes be slain.

[2 The Lion with his dreadful Roar
Affrights thy feeble Sheep:
Reveal the Glory of thy Pow'r,
And chain him to the Deep.

3 Must we indulge a long Despair?
Shall our Petitions die?
Our Mournings never reach thine Ear,
Nor Tears affect thine Eye?]

4 If thou despise a mortal Groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's Blood;
An Advocate so near the Throne
Pleads and prevails with God.

5 He brought the Spirit's pow'rful Sword
To slay our deadly Foes;
Our Sins shall die beneath thy Word,
And Hell in vain oppose.

6 How boundless is our Father's Grace,
In Height, and Depth, and Length!
He makes his Son our Righteousness,
His Spirit is our Strength.

Text Information

• First Line: Dear Lord, behold our sore Distress
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Complaint of Desertion and Temptation; Son, Folly, Madness and Distemper of it

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