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Deep in a cold, a joyless cell

Hymnal: Hymns, etc. #S30 (1787) Languages: English

Deep in a cold, a joyless cell

Author: Joseph Hart Hymnal: The Young Convert's Companion #d30 (1806)

Deep in a cold, a joyless cell A doleful gulph of gloommy care

Author: Joseph Hart Hymnal: Old School Sonnets, or a Selection of Choice Hymns #d62 (1836)
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Deep in a cold a joyless cell

Hymnal: Hymns #138 (1822) Languages: English

Deep in a cold a joyless cell

Hymnal: Hymns, etc. composed on various subjects #138 (1759) Languages: English
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Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #835 (1844) First Line: Deep in a cold, a joyless cell Lyrics: 1 Deep in a cold, a joyless cell, A doleful gulf of gloomy care, Where dismal doubts and darkness dwell, The dangerous brink of black despair; Chilled by the icy damps of death, I feel no firm support of faith. 2 [How can a burdened cripple rise? How can a fettered captive flee? Ah! Lord, direct my wishful eyes, And let me look, at least, to thee. Alas! my sinking spirits droop; I scarce perceive a glimpse of hope.] 3 Extend thy mercy, gracious God; Thy quickening Spirit vouchsafe to send; Apply the reconciling blood, And kindly call thy foe thy friend; Or, if rich cordials thou deny, Let patience comfort’s place supply. 4 Let hope survive, though damped by doubt; Do thou defend my battered shield; O let me never quite give out; Help me to keep the bloody field; Lord, look upon the unequal strife; Delay not, lest I lose my life. Languages: English

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