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Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Hymnal: Hymns for the Church of Christ (3rd thousand) #666 (1853) Hymnal Title: Hymns for the Church of Christ (3rd thousand) Languages: English
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Hymnal: Hymns for the Church of Christ. (6th thousand) #666 (1857) Hymnal Title: Hymns for the Church of Christ. (6th thousand) Languages: English
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Author: Madame Guyon, 1648-1717 Hymnal: Hymns of the Ages (3rd series) #192 (1865) Hymnal Title: Hymns of the Ages (3rd series) Languages: English
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Suffering with Christ
Author: Mad. Guyon Hymnal: Hymns of the Ages #119 (1861) Hymnal Title: Hymns of the Ages First Line: Long plunged in sorrow, I resign Languages: English
Suffering with Christ
Suffering with Christ
Author: Jeanne M. B. Guyon Hymnal: Songs in the Night; or Hymns for the Sick and Suffering. 2nd ed. #d93 (1853) Hymnal Title: Songs in the Night; or Hymns for the Sick and Suffering. 2nd ed. First Line: Long plunged in sorrow I resign
Suffering with Christ
Long plunged in sorrow I resign
Author: William Cowper; Jeanne M. B. Guyon Hymnal: The Halifax Selection of Hymns #d251 (1834) Hymnal Title: The Halifax Selection of Hymns
Long plunged in sorrow I resign
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
Author: Madame Guyon; William Cowper Hymnal: Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion #32 (1800) Hymnal Title: Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion Lyrics:
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.
My sole possession is thy love;
In earth beneath, or heaven above,
I have no other store;
And, though with fervent suit I pray,
And importune thee night and day,
I ask thee nothing more.
My rapid hours pursue the course
Prescribed them by love's sweetest force,
And I thy sovereign will,
Without a wish to escape my doom;
Though still a sufferer from the womb,
And doomed to suffer still.
By thy command, where'er I stray,
Sorrow attends me all my way,
A never–failing friend;
And, if my sufferings may augment
Thy praise, behold me well content—
Let sorrow still attend!
It cost me no regret, that she,
Who followed Christ, should follow me,
And though, where'er she goes,
Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet,
I love her, and extract a sweet
From all my bitter woes.
Adieu! ye vain delights of earth,
Insipid sports, and childish mirth,
I taste no sweets in you;
Unknown delights are in the cross,
All joy beside to me is dross;
And Jesus thought so too.
The cross! Oh, ravishment and bliss—
How grateful e'en its anguish is;
Its bitterness how sweet!
There every sense, and all the mind,
In all her faculties refined,
Tastes happiness complete.
Souls once enabled to disdain
Base sublunary joys, maintain
Their dignity secure;
The fever of desire is passed,
And love has all its genuine taste,
Is delicate and pure.
Self–love no grace in sorrow sees,
Consults her own peculiar ease;
'Tis all the bliss she knows;
But nobler aims true Love employ;
In self–denial is her joy,
In suffering her repose.
Sorrow and love go side by side;
Nor height nor depth can e'er divide
Their heaven–appointed bands;
Those dear associates still are one,
Nor till the race of life is run
Disjoin their wedded hands.
Jesus, avenger of our fall,
Thou faithful lover, above all
The cross has ever borne!
Oh, tell me,—life is in thy voice—
How much afflictions were thy choice,
And sloth and ease thy scorn!
Thy choice and mine shall be the same,
Inspirer of that holy flame
Which must for ever blaze!
To take the cross and follow thee,
Where love and duty lead, shall be
My portion and my praise.
Languages: English
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
