1 I lift my soul to God,
My trust is in his name;
Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.
2 Sin, and the pow'rs of hell,
Persuade me to despair;
Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,
That I may ’scape the snare.
3 From beams of dawning light
Till ev'ning shades arise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever longing eyes.
4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways;
And ev'ry humble sinner find
The methods of his grace.
6 For his own goodness' sake
He saves my soul from shame;
He pardons (though my guilt be great)
Through my Redeemer’s name.
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First Line: | I lift my soul to God |
Title: | Waiting for pardon and direction |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. First part |