Complaint of desertion and temptations. <br /> <br />Dear Lord! behold our sore distress; <br />Our sins attempt to reign; <br />Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace, <br />And let thy foes be slain. <br /> <br />[The lion with his dreadful roar <br />Affrights thy feeble sheep: <br />Reveal the glory of thy power, <br />And chain him to the deep. <br /> <br />Must we indulge a long despair? <br />Shall our petitions die? <br />Our mourning's never reach thine ear, <br />Nor tears affect thine eye?] <br /> <br />If thou despise a mortal groan, <br />Yet hear a Savior's blood; <br />An Advocate so near the throne <br />Pleads and prevails with God. <br /> <br />He brought the Spirit's powerful sword <br />To slay our deadly foes; <br />Our sins shall die beneath thy word, <br />And hell in vain oppose. <br /> <br />How boundless is our Father's grace, <br />In height, and depth, and length! <br />He makes his Son our righteousness, <br />His Spirit is our strength.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-163/
