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Text: | Deadness under the Word |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
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 frezuent thy holy palce,
And hear almost in vain:
How small a portion of thy grace
My mem'ry can retain!
3 How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
4 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.
5 Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high.
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Long have I sat beneath the sound |
Title: | Deadness under the Word |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | After Sermon |