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Ah, where am I now!

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CCVII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my All, I am banish'd from Jesus's face. 2 Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside: When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. 4 Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within: My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. 6 Nothing now can relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. 7 Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden, like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus' love! 9 I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Topics: Backslider Languages: English

Ah, where am I now!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1788) Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my All, I am banish'd from Jesus's face. 2 Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside: When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. 4 Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within: My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. 6 Nothing can now relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. 7 Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden, like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus' love! 9 I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Topics: Backslider Languages: English

Ah, where am I now!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1790) Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my All, I am banish'd from Jesus's face. 2 Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside: When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. 4 Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within: My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. 6 Nothing can no relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. 7 Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden, like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus' love! 9 I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Topics: Backslider Languages: English