1 O 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 I'd say how flesh and sense rebel,
What inward foes combine,
With this vain world and powers of hell,
To vex this heart of mine.
4 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God:
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Savior's blood.
5 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.
6 Arise my soul from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #392||O that I knew the secret place||O that I knew the secret place||Isaac Watts||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #5391||O That I Knew the Secret Place||O that I knew the secret place||MEAR||Isaac Watts||CM||<cite>Sermons</cite>, 1721-1727|