1 I lift my soul to God,
My trust is in his name;
Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.
2 Sin and the powers of hell
Persuade me to despair;
Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,
That I may ’scape the snare.
3 From gleams of dawning light
Till ev'ning shades arise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever-longing eyes.
4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways,
And ev'ry humble sinner find
The methods of his grace.
6 For his own goodness sake
He saves my soul from shame;
He pardons (tho' my guilt be great)
Thro' my Redeemer’s name.
Part II.
7 Where shall the man be found,
That fears t’ offend his God,
That loves the gospel’s joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod?
8 The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,
The wonders of his cov'enant show,
And all his love impart.
9 The dealings of his pow'r
Are truth and mercy still,
With such as keep his cov’nant sure,
And love to do his will.
10 Their souls shall dwell at ease
Before their Maker’s face,
Their seed shall taste the promises
In their extensive grace.
Part III.
11 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace
And rest upon his word.
12 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand assist my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
13 When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from the dang'rous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod?
14 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
15 With ev'ry morning light
My sorrows now begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
16 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join,
Their fury with deceit.
17 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer’s name.
18 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Isr'el it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain.
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First Line: | I lift my soul to God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
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