Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#272

272. Consider all my sorrows, Lord

1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And thy deliv'rance send;
My soul for thy salvation faints
When will my troubles end?

2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my father' rod;
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.

3 This is the comfort I enjoy,
When new distress begins,
I read thy word, I run thy way,
And hate my former sins.

4 Had not thy word been my delight,
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, opprest with sorrow's weight
Had sunk amongst the dead.

5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Tho' they may seem severe:
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.

6 Before I knew thy chast'ning rod
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.

Text Information

• First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:153
  ;
  Psalm 119:81-82
  ;
  Psalm 119:71
  ;
  Psalm 119:50
  ;
  Psalm 119:92
  ;
  Psalm 119:75
  ;
  Psalm 119:67
• Notes: Part 14

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