Long have I sat beneath the sound
by Isaac Watts·1707·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
1
Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
2
Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;
How small a portion of thy grace
My memory can retain!
3
My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!
4
How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
5
Great God! thy sovereign power impart
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.
6
Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.