<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412921" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 25 part 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.15-22 <br>S. M.<br>Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine eyes and my desire<br>Are ever to the Lord;<br>I love to plead his promises,<br>And rest upon his word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When shall the sovereign grace<br>Of my forgiving God<br>Restore me from those dangerous ways<br>My wand'ring feet have trod?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tumult of my thoughts<br>Doth but enlarge my woe;<br>My spirit languishes, my heart<br>Is desolate and low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With ev'ry morning light<br>My sorrow new begins;<br>Look on my anguish and my pain,<br>And pardon all my sins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold the hosts of hell,<br>How cruel is their hate!<br>Against my life they rise, and join<br>Their fury with deceit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412921" data-title="Psalm 25 part 3 de Isaac Watts" data-description="v.15-22 S. M. Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion. 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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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