61b. Prayer and Praise for eminent Deliverance

1 I'll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all his ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.

2 Sing to the honour of his name,
How a poor sufferer cried,
Nor was his hope expos'd to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.

3 When threatening sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes.

4 I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenc'd all my fears.

Pause.

5 [Oh sinners, come and taste his love,
Come, learn his pleasant ways,
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of his grace.

6 He bids his angels pitch their tents
Round where his children dwell;
What ills their heavenly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.]

7 [Oh love the Lord, ye saints of his;
His eye regards the just.
How richly bless'd their portion is,
Who make the Lord their trust!

8 Young lions pinch's with hunger roar,
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies his holy poor
With every needful good.]

Text Information
First Line: I'll bless the Lord from day to day
Title: Prayer and Praise for eminent Deliverance
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Scripture:
Topic: Afflictions: removed by prayer; Angels: guardian; Care of God over his Saints (14 more...)
Notes: Now Public Domain. First Part
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