Psalms of Grace ‎#126c

126c. A Captive Long

1 A captive long 'neath sense and sin
In dark despair I lay;
The LORD upon my soul looked in,
And turned my night to day.

2 I saw the glory 'round me break;
I felt the darkness flee;
I seemed as from a dream to wake,
And cried, 'It cannot be.'

3 God's glorious ways I judged by mine,
Nor half His goodness knew;
But (O the depth of love Divine!)
I found the whole was true.

4 My heart was full, my tongue was fian,
My praises flowed apace;
And many 'round me joined he strain,
And sang with me His grace.

5 Behold, I cried, what God has wrought,
Beyond my hope or claim:
Ye mourners, mark my altered lot,
He offers you the same.

6 O holy sights! O happy tears!
By contrite spirits poured.
O sacred beneficial fears,
That drive us to the LORD!

7 The praying lip, the weeping eye,
Point on to better days;
When tears to smiles shall change on high.
And prayer be turned to praise.

Text Information

• First Line: A captive long 'neath sense and sin
• Title: A Captive Long
• Author: Henry F. Lyte (alt.)
• Meter: 8.6.8.6 CM
• Publication Date: 2022

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