Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#CXIXl

CXIXl. Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance

1 My GOD, consider my distress,
Let mercy plead my cause;
Though I have sinn'd against thy grace,
I ne'er forget thy laws.

2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach,
Which I so justly fear;
Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
Not let my shame appear.

3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud oppress;
But make thy waiting servant see
The shinings of thy face.

4 My eyes with expectation fail;
My heart within me cries,
"When will the Lord his truth fulfil,
"And make my comforts rise?"

5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,
And shew thy grace the same;
Thy tender mercies still afford
To those that love thy name.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, consider my distress
• Title: Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:153
  ;
  Psalm 119:89
  ;
  Psalm 119:116
  ;
  Psalm 119:122
  ;
  Psalm 119:135
  ;
  Psalm 119:81
  ;
  Psalm 119:132
• Notes: Twelfth Part

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