143 | Psalm 143 | 7 6. 7 6. D | |
WHEN Satan my accuser Has so oppressed my heart, That all my joys are smitten And sacred hopes depart; And when I dwell in darkness, As those whose souls are dead, And sorrows overwhelming Invade and rule my head . . . |
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2 | Then in my desolation I muse on days gone by: Review God’s gracious blessings, His power from on high, His hand of lovingkindness That saved a wretch like me, And brought me out of bondage The path of life to see. |
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3 | Reflecting on the goodness And mercies of the Lord, Then tracing all the wonders Discovered in His Word; And thinking of the trials Once brought to Him in prayer, And all His answering kindness, I feel, once more, His care! |
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4 | How can I doubt my Saviour? I stretch my hands again, And thirst for further tokens Of my eternal gain; O Lord, I’ll trust Thy promise, Thy faithfulness and love; Come, lead me ever onward To Thy dear land above. |
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