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How Full Of Anguish Is The Thought

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8956 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last, my sovereign judge, Should frown, and bid my soul Depart! 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly, but to Thy breast? For I have sought no other home; For I have learned no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some glimpses of Thy face; And Heav’n, without Thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from Thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit’s paid Between my Savior and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe, when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. 7 Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessèd hope, my heav’nly prize; Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes. 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love. 9 My God! And can a humble child, That loves Thee with a flame so high, Be ever from Thy face exiled, Without the pity of Thine eye? 10 Impossible! For Thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to Thee; And in Thy book the promise stands, That where Thou art, Thy friends must be. Languages: English Tune Title: ISCAH
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How full of Anguish is the Thought?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.C (1766) Lyrics: [1 How full of Anguish is the Thought? How it distracts and tears my Heart? If God, at last, my sov'reign Judge, Should frown, and bid my Soul, Depart.] 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly Stage, Where shall I fly but to thy Breast? For I have sought no other Home; For I have learnt no other Rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some Glimpses of thy Face; And Heav'n, without thy Presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome Place. 4 When earthly Cares engross the Day, And hold my Thoughts aside from Thee, The shining Hours of chearful Light Are long and tedious Years to me. 5 And if no Ev'ning Visit's paid Between my Saviour and my Soul, How dull the Might! how sad the Shade! How mournfully the Minutes roll! 6 This Flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my Blood; To breathe when vital Air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my Food. [7 Christ is my Light, my Love, my Care, My blessed Hope, my heav'nly Prize; Dearer than all my Passions are, My Limbs, my Bowels, or my Eyes.] [8 The Strings that twine about my Heart, Tortures and Racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear Hold of Christ my Love.] [9 My God! and can an humble Child, That loves Thee with a Flame so high, Be ever from thy Face exil'd, Without the Pity of thine Eye? 10 Impossible - For thine own Hands Have tied my Heart so fast to Thee; And in thy Book the Promise stands, That where thou art thy Friends must be.] Topics: Absence and Presence of God; Desire of Christ's Presence; God's Everlasting Absence intolerable; Love to Christ Languages: English

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Select Hymns #d79 (1850)

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Zion's Harp ... Sacred Songs Not Found in the Methodist Hymn Book and Many Never Before Published with Several Original Pieces #d122 (1852)
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How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Watts Hymnal: Hymns for Social Worship #189 (1840) Languages: English

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d293 (1844)

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d301 (1848)
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How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Columbian Repository #604 (1803)
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How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #B100 (1842)

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Western Harp #d80 (1855)

How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d328 (1843)
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How full of anguish is the thought

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #392 (1835)
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The presence of Christ is the life of my soul

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.C (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How full of anguish is the thought Lyrics: 1 How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last my sov'reign judge, Should frown, and bid my soul "Depart." 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home; For I have learned no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here Without some glimpses of thy face; And heav'n, without thy presence there, Will be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no ev'ning visit's paid Between my Saviour and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe, when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. 7 [Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessed hope, my heav'nly prize; Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes. 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love.] 9 [My God! and can an humble child That loves thee with a flame so high, Be ever from thy face exil'd, Without the pity of thine eye? 10 Impossible!-For thine own hands Have ty'd my heart so fast to thee, And in thy book the promise stands, That where thou art thy friends must be.] Languages: English
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Hymn 100

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.100 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How full of anguish is the thought Lyrics: [How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God, at last, my sovereign Judge, Should frown, and bid my soul "Depart!"] Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home; For I have learned no other rest. I cannot live contented here Without some glimpses of thy face; And heav'n, without thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place. When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. And if no evening visit's paid Between my Savior and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. [Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessed hope, my heav'nly prize; Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.] [The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love.] [My God! and can an humble child, That loves thee with a flame so high, Be ever from thy face exiled, Without the pity of thine eye? Impossible!-for thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to thee; And in thy book the promise stands, That where thou art thy friends must be.] Languages: English

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