1 In thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the visits of thy grace;
Our soul's desire is to thy name,
And the remembrance of thy face.
2 My thoughts are searching Lord, for thee
'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night;
My earnest cries salute the skies
Before the dawn restore the light.
3 Look how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.
4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes;
A voice of music to his friends,
But threat'ning thunder to his foes.
5 Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
Till the fierce storms be over blown,
And my revenging fury cease.
6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings,
While heav'nly peace around my flock
Stretches its soft and shady wings.
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First Line: | In thine own ways, O God of love |
Title: | Prayer for deliverance answered |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |