61b. Prayer and Praise for eminent Deliverance

1 I'll bless the Lord from Day to Day;
How good are all his Ways!
Ye humble Souls that use to pray,
Come, help my Lips to praise.

2 Sing to the Honour of his Name,
How a poor Suff'rer cry'd,
Nor was his Hope expos'd to Shame,
Nor was his Suit deny'd.

3 When threat'ning Sorrows round me stood,
And endless Fears arose,
Like the loud Billows of a Flood,
Redoubling all my Woes;

4 I told the Lord my sore Distress,
With heavy Groans and Tears;
He gave my sharpest Torments ease,
And silenc'd all my Fears.

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5 [O Sinners, come and taste his Love,
Come, learn his pleasant Ways,
And let your own Experience prove
The Sweetness of his Grace.

6 He bids his Angels pitch their Tents
Round where his Children dwell;
What Ills their heav'nly Care prevents
No earthly Tongue can tell.]

[7 O love the Lord, ye Saints of his;
His Eye regards the Just;
How richly blest their Portion is
Who make the Lord their Trust!

8 Young Lions, pinch'd with Hunger roar
And famish in the Wood;
But GOD supplies his holy Poor
With ev'ry needful Good.]

Text Information
First Line: I'll bless the Lord from Day to Day
Title: Prayer and Praise for eminent Deliverance
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1740
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Topic: Afflicted: removed by Prayer; Care of God over his Saints; Children: instructed (12 more...)
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