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1 Oh 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 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.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And drive my foes away;
He knows the meaning of His saints
When they in sorrow pray.
5 Arise, my soul! from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls Thee to His throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrow there.
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First Line: | Oh that I knew the secret place |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Saint: Thirsting After God |