1 Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, LORD;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
2 Oft I frezuent thy holy palce,
And hear almost in vain:
How small a portion of thy grace
My mem'ry can retain!
3 How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
4 Great GOD, thy sov'reign pow'r impart
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.
5 Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high.
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
|First Line:||Long have I sat beneath the sound|
|Title:||Deadness under the Word|