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1 Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of Thy Word!
2 My Hope, my Portion, and my God,
How little art Thou known
By all the judgments of Thy rod,
And blessings of Thy throne!
3 How cold and feeble is my love
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
4 Great God, Thy sovereign power impart
To give Thy Word success;
Write Thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn Thy grace.
5 Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
Source: Church Book: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran congregations #53
First Line: | Long have I sat beneath the sound |
Title: | Unfruitfulness |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |