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Psalm 25 part 3

Written by: Isaac Watts | Biography
 | Quotes (11) |
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15-22 S.
M.
Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion.
Mine eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promises, And rest upon his word.
Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare? When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wand'ring feet have trod? The tumult of my thoughts Doth but enlarge my woe; My spirit languishes, my heart Is desolate and low.
With ev'ry morning light My sorrow new begins; Look on my anguish and my pain, And pardon all my sins.
PAUSE.
Behold the hosts of hell, How cruel is their hate! Against my life they rise, and join Their fury with deceit.
O keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame, For I have placed my only trust In my Redeemer's name.
With humble faith I wait To see thy face again: Of Isr'el it shall ne'er be said, He sought the Lord in vain.



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