81 My soul with long expectance faints
To see thy saving grace;
Yet still on thy unerring word
My confidence I place.
82 My very eyes consume and fail
With waiting for thy word;
O! when wilt thou thy kind relief
And promis'd aid afford!
83 My skin like shrivel'd parchment shows
That long in smoke is set;
Yet no affliction me can force
thy statutes to forget.
84 How many days must I endure
Of sorrow and distress?
When wilt thou judgment execute
On them who me oppress?
85 The proud have digg'd a pit for me,
That have no other foes,
But such as are averse to thee,
And thy just laws oppose.
86 With sacred truth's eternal laws
All thy commands agree;
Men persecute me without cause;
Thou, Lord, my helper be.
87 With close designs against my life
They had almost prevail'd;
But in obedience to thy will,
My duty never fail'd.
88 Thy wonted kindness, Lord, restore,
My drooping heart to cheer;
That by thy righteous statutes I
My life's whole course may steer.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.CXIX.Caph
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.CXIX.Caph||My soul with long expectance faints||My soul with long expectance faints||C. M.||Psalm 119:81-88||1816|
|The Lecture-Room Hymn-Book: containing the psalms and hymns of the book of common prayer, together with a choice selection of additional hymns, and an appendix of chants and tunes... #S97.XI||My soul with long expectance faints||My soul with long expectance faints||1855|
|The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #CXIX.caph||My soul, with long expectance, faints||My soul, with long expectance, faints||Psalm 119||1793|