Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #186 (1803) First Line: O how sore a thing and grievous Lyrics: 1 O how sore a thing and grievous,
Is it from our God to run;
When we force our God to leave us,
Wretched are we and undone.
2 Are we not our own tormentors,
When from happiness we flee?
Yes, my soul, the iron enters,
Sin is pefect misery.
3 I the bitter cup have tasted,
Still I drink the mingled gall;
Still my soul by sin lies wasted,
Unrecover'd from its fall.
4 Still beneath his frown I languish;
God, from whom I would depart,
Leaves me to my grief and anguish,
Gives me up to my own heart.
5 Pain and curse I now inherit,
Fears and wars and storms within;
Grief and agony of spirit
Sin chastising me for sin.
6 Ye who now enjoy his favour,
Husband well the precious grace;
Never lose, like me, your Saviour,
Never break from his embrace.
7 Do not by your lightness grieve him,
Youthful lusts and idols flee;
Little children never leave him,
Never grieve your God like me.
8 Pray and when the answer's given:
When you find the passage free:
When your pray'rs have open'd heav'n,
Faithful souls, remember me.
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