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How Full Of Anguish Is The Thought

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8956 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last, my sovereign judge, Should frown, and bid my soul Depart! 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly, but to Thy breast? For I have sought no other home; For I have learned no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some glimpses of Thy face; And Heav’n, without Thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from Thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit’s paid Between my Savior and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe, when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. 7 Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessèd hope, my heav’nly prize; Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes. 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love. 9 My God! And can a humble child, That loves Thee with a flame so high, Be ever from Thy face exiled, Without the pity of Thine eye? 10 Impossible! For Thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to Thee; And in Thy book the promise stands, That where Thou art, Thy friends must be. Languages: English Tune Title: ISCAH

How full of Anguish is the Thought?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.C (1766) Lyrics: [1 How full of Anguish is the Thought? How it distracts and tears my Heart? If God, at last, my sov'reign Judge, Should frown, and bid my Soul, Depart.] 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly Stage, Where shall I fly but to thy Breast? For I have sought no other Home; For I have learnt no other Rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some Glimpses of thy Face; And Heav'n, without thy Presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome Place. 4 When earthly Cares engross the Day, And hold my Thoughts aside from Thee, The shining Hours of chearful Light Are long and tedious Years to me. 5 And if no Ev'ning Visit's paid Between my Saviour and my Soul, How dull the Might! how sad the Shade! How mournfully the Minutes roll! 6 This Flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my Blood; To breathe when vital Air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my Food. [7 Christ is my Light, my Love, my Care, My blessed Hope, my heav'nly Prize; Dearer than all my Passions are, My Limbs, my Bowels, or my Eyes.] [8 The Strings that twine about my Heart, Tortures and Racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear Hold of Christ my Love.] [9 My God! and can an humble Child, That loves Thee with a Flame so high, Be ever from thy Face exil'd, Without the Pity of thine Eye? 10 Impossible - For thine own Hands Have tied my Heart so fast to Thee; And in thy Book the Promise stands, That where thou art thy Friends must be.] Topics: Absence and Presence of God; Desire of Christ's Presence; God's Everlasting Absence intolerable; Love to Christ Languages: English