Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #378 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh, that I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God?
I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad.
2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.
3 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God:
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.
5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there. Topics: Christian experience Communion with Christ, and love to him Scripture: Job 23:3
Oh, that I knew the secret place