My Soul For Thy Salvation Faints

My soul for Thy salvation faints, Yet I thy word believe

Published in 6 hymnals

Representative Text


81 My soul for thy salvation faints;
yet I thy word believe.
82 mine eyes fail for thy word: I say,
When wilt thou comfort give?
83 For like a bottle I’m become,
that in the smoke is set:
but till thy righteous statutes, Lord,
I never do forget.

84 How many are thy servant’s days?
when wilt thou execute
just judgment on these wicked men
that do me persecute?
85 The proud have digged pits for me,
which is against thy laws.
86 Thy words all faithful are: help me,
pursued without a cause.

87 They so consumed me, that on earth
my life they scarce did leave:
thy precepts yet forsook I not,
but close to them did cleave.
88 After thy loving-kindness, Lord,
me quicken and preserve:
the testimony of thy mouth
so shall I still observe.

Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P119k

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First Line: My soul for Thy salvation faints, Yet I thy word believe
Title: My Soul For Thy Salvation Faints
Copyright: Public Domain



BELMONT (Gardiner)

This tune has been mis-attributed to various other composers, but is clearly the work of the above-named composer.

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The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P119k

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