13 (2) | Psalm 13 Version 2 | CM | |
HOW long wilt Thou conceal Thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? |
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2 | See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts: He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. |
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3 | How would the tempter boast aloud If I became his prey! And how the sons of earth grow proud At Thy so long delay. |
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4 | But hell shall fly at Thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of Thy look, And hears Thy voice with dread. |
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5 | Thou wilt display that sovereign grace Where all my hopes have hung: I shall employ my heart in praise, And victory shall be sung. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |