v.15-22 <br />S. M. <br />Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion. <br /> <br />Mine eyes and my desire <br />Are ever to the Lord; <br />I love to plead his promises, <br />And rest upon his word. <br /> <br />Turn, turn thee to my soul, <br />Bring thy salvation near; <br />When will thy hand release my feet <br />Out of the deadly snare? <br /> <br />When shall the sovereign grace <br />Of my forgiving God <br />Restore me from those dangerous ways <br />My wand'ring feet have trod? <br /> <br />The tumult of my thoughts <br />Doth but enlarge my woe; <br />My spirit languishes, my heart <br />Is desolate and low. <br /> <br />With ev'ry morning light <br />My sorrow new begins; <br />Look on my anguish and my pain, <br />And pardon all my sins. <br /> <br />PAUSE. <br /> <br />Behold the hosts of hell, <br />How cruel is their hate! <br />Against my life they rise, and join <br />Their fury with deceit. <br /> <br />O keep my soul from death, <br />Nor put my hope to shame, <br />For I have placed my only trust <br />In my Redeemer's name. <br /> <br />With humble faith I wait <br />To see thy face again: <br />Of Isr'el it shall ne'er be said, <br />He sought the Lord in vain.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-25-part-3/
