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O that I knew where I might find

O that I knew where I might find My righteous Judge's seat

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 1 hymnal

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O that I knew where I might find
My righteous Judge's seat,
To pour out all my troubled mind
In prayer before His feet!

Not with the thunder of Thy power
Wouldst Thou against me plead;
No, Thy good Spirit, in that hour,
For me would intercede.

For me, Thy Son Himself would pray,
Thy well-beloved Son;
Father! Thou couldst not turn away
From Thine anointed One.

Thine own unutterable grace,
Thy love,--Thy love to me,
Constrain me thus to seek Thy face,
And cast my cares on Thee.

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Hear, then the voice of my desire,
My griefs, my fears behold;
Search me and try me, as with fire,
And bring me forth like gold.

Lord! thou hast troubled my repose,
Thy chastisements I feel;
Thine hand hath touch'd my heart--it glows,
It melts,--impress Thy seal.

Stamp Thine own Image on my soul,
Lift from the dust mine head;
Lord! Thou hast wounded,--make me whole;
Hast slain,--now raise the dead.

Sacred Poems and Hymns

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: O that I knew where I might find My righteous Judge's seat
Title: O that I knew where I might find
Author: James Montgomery
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English



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