Text: | Sorrow spread before the LORD |
Author: | Watts |
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 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God;
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.
5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish ev'ry fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.
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First Line: | O that I knew the secret place |
Title: | Sorrow spread before the LORD |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Affliction |