Psalms ‎#25c

25c. Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion

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 ev'ry 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 Oh 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

Text Information

• First Line: Mine eyes and my desire
• Title: Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
• Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
• Meter: Short Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 25:15-22
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Third Part

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