1 By the thoughtless world derided,
Still I love the word of God;
'Tis the crook by which I'm guided,
Often 'tis a chastening rod.
'Tis a sword that cuts asunder
All my pride and vanity,
When abased I lie, and wonder
That he spares a wretch like me.
2 This confirms me when I waver,
Sets my trembling judgment right;
When I stray, how much soever,
This is my restoring light:
Satan oft, and sin, assail me
With temptations ever new;
Then there's nothing can avail me,
Till my bleeding Lord I view.
3 Faith I need; O Lord, bestow it,
Give my labouring mind relief;
Oft, alas! I doubt, I know it,
Help, oh help my unbelief.
Dearest Saviour, by Thy merit
May I gain a future crown;
Guide, oh guide me by Thy Spirit,
Till these storms are overblown.
William Bengo Collyer was born at Blackheath Hill, in 1782, and studied at Homerton College. Before completing his twentieth year he became pastor of a Congregational society at Peckham, continuing in that position through his life. He died in 1854. He received the degree of D.D. from the University of Edinburgh in 1808. For many years he was one of the most popular Dissenting ministers in London. He published many hymns and some works on theology.
--Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A. 1872.… Go to person page >
Display Title: By The Thoughtless World DeridedFirst Line: By the thoughtless world deridedTune Title: GLOAMINGAuthor: William B. CollyerMeter: 87.87 DSource: Hymns Partly Collected and Partly Original ( London: 1812)