Hymn 31
John Newton
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Return, O LORD, how long.
347 Return to bless my waiting eyes, And cheer my mourning heart, O LORD! Without thee, all beneath the skies No real pleasure can afford. | When thy loved presence meets my sight, It softens care, and sweetens toil; The sun shines forth with double light, The whole creation wears a smile. | Upon thine arm of love I rest, Thy gracious voice forbids my fear; No storms disturb my peaceful breast, No foes assault when thou art near. | But ah! since thou hast been away, Nothing but trouble have I known; And Satan marks me for his prey Because he sees me left alone. | My sun is hid, my comforts lost, My graces droop, my sins revive; Distressed, dismayed, and tempest–tossed, My soul is only just alive! | LORD, hear my cry and come again! Put all mine enemies to shame, And let them see, ’tis not in vain That I have trusted in thy name. | |