1 Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;
How small a portion of thy grace
My memory can retain!
3 My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!
4 [How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!]
5 Great God! thy sov'reign pow'r impart
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.
6 Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.]
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First Line: | Long have I sat beneath the sound |
Title: | Unfruitfulness, ignorance, and unsanctified affections |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |