Psalm XXX

Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless

Author: Anne Steele (1760)
Published in 2 hymnals

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I. Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless,
Thee all my pow'rs adore;
Thy hand has rais'd me from distress,
My foes rejoice no more.

II. O Lord, my God, oppress'd with grief,
To thee I breath'd my cry;
Thy mercy brought divine relief,
And wip'd my tearful eye.

III. Thy mercy chas'd the shades of death,
And snatch'd me from the grave;
O may thy praise employ that breath
Which mercy deigns to save.

IV. Come, O ye saints, your voices raise
To God in grateful songs;
And let the mem'ry of his grace,
Inspire your hearts and tongues.

V. His frown, what mortal can sustain?
But soon his anger dies;
His life-restoring smile again
Returns, and sorrow flies.

VI. Her deepest gloom when sorrow spreads,
And light and hope depart,
His smile celestial morning sheds,
And joy revives the heart.

VII. Beneath thy kind protecting arm
How did my soul rejoice!
And fondly hop'd no future harm
Should ever shock my joys.

VIII. Lord,'twas thy favour fix'd my rest;
Thy shining face withdrew,
And troubles fill'd my anxious breast,
And pain'd my soul anew.

IX. Again to thee, O gracious God,
I rais'd my mournful eyes;
To thee I spread my woes abroad,
With supplicating cries.

X. What glory can my death afford?
In the dark grave confin'd,
Shall senseless dust adore the Lord,
Or call thy truth to mind?

XI. Hear, O my God, in mercy hear,
Attend my plaintive cry;
Be thou, my gracious helper, near,
And bid my sorrows fly.

XII. Again I hear thy voice divine,
New joys exulting bound;
My robes of mourning I resign,
And gladness girds me round.

XIII. Then let my utmost glory be
To raise thy honours high;
Nor let my gratitude to thee
In guilty silence die.

XIV. To thee, my gracious God, I raise
My thankful heart and tongue;
O be thy goodness and thy praise
My everlasting song.

Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #155

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was the daughter of Particular Baptist preacher and timber merchant William Steele. She spent her entire life in Broughton, Hampshire, near the southern coast of England, and devoted much of her time to writing. Some accounts of her life portray her as a lonely, melancholy invalid, but a revival of research in the last decade indicates that she had been more active and social than what was previously thought. She was theologically conversant with Dissenting ministers and "found herself at the centre of a literary circle that included family members from various generations, as well as local literati." She chose a life of singleness to focus on her craft. Before Christmas in 1742, she declined a marriage proposal from contemporar… Go to person page >

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First Line: Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless
Title: Psalm XXX
Author: Anne Steele (1760)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
Copyright: Public Domain



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