1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving GOD
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain
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First Line: | Mine eyes and my deisre |
Title: | Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |
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Notes: | Third Part |