PSALM 25 PART 3
v.15-22
S. M.
Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion.
49PAUSE.
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. | 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. | |