|Text:||My Soul Is Sad and Much Dismayed|
1. My soul is sad and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose!
2. See, from the over-burning lake
How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.
3. Their fiery arrows reach the mark,
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.
4. I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
O, I would drive it from my breast,
With Thy own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west!
5. Come then, and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received!
Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast
That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved!
|First Line:||My soul is sad and much dismayed|
|Title:||My Soul Is Sad and Much Dismayed|
|Author:||William Cowper (1779)|
|Source:||Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), number 20|
|Composer:||Anonymous (17th Century)|
|Incipit:||13134 54337 75754|
|Source:||Catholische Geistliche Gesänge (Andernach, Germany: 1608)|
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