1 With earnest Longings of the Mind,
My GOD to Thee I look;
So pants the hunted Hart to find
And taste the cooling Brook.
2 When shall I see thy Courts of Grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an Absence from thy Face
My Heart endures with Pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary Soul,
And Tears are my Repast;
The Foe insults without Controul,
"And where's your GOD at last?"
4 'Tis with a mournful Pleasure now
I think on ancient Days;
Then to thy House did Numbers go,
And all our Work was Praise.
5 But why, my Soul, sunk down so far
Beneath this heavy Load?
Why do my Thoughts indulge Despair,
And sin against my GOD?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty Hand
Can all thy Woes remove,
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring Love.
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First Line: | With earnest Longings of the Mind |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Complaint: of the Absence from Public Worship; Direction: and hope; Hope: in Affliction(2 more...) |