084 Job 238 9 10
| Author | Charles Wesley |
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| Type | hymn |
| Year | 1740 |
| Passage ID | cw-084-job-238-9-10-full |
| Words | 162 |
Job 23:8, 9, 10
Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740), Part I
Author: Charles Wesley (attributed)
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Tho’ I groan beneath thy frown,
Hence I will not cannot fly;
Tho’ thy justice cast me down,
At thy mercy-seat I ly;
Let me here my sentence meet,
Let me perish at thy feet!
Job xxiii. 8, 9, 10.
Forward I now in duties go,
But O! My Saviour is not there!
Heavy he makes me drive, and slow,
Without the chariot-wheels of prayer.
I look to former times, and strain
The footsteps of my God to trace;
Backward I go (but still in vain)
To find the tokens of his grace.
Surrounded by his power I stand,
His work on other souls I see,
He deals his gifts on either hand,
But still he hides himself from me.
Groaning I languish at his stay,
But he regards my every groan;
Dark and disconsolate my way;
But still my way to him is known.