Text: | Distress of Soul |
1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord.
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare.
3 When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dang'rous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod!
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but increase my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With ee'ry morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Mine eyes and my desire |
Title: | Distress of Soul |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | After Sermon |
Notes: | Public Domain. |