Hymns

Unless the LORD had been my stay

by John Newton·1779·Meter 8.8.8.8.8.8

1

Unless the LORD had been my stay
(With trembling joy my soul may say)
My cruel foe had gained his end:
But he appeared for my relief,
And Satan sees, with shame and grief,
That I have an almighty Friend.

2

O, 'twas a dark and trying hour,
When harassed by the tempter's pow'r,
I felt my strongest hopes decline!
You only who have known his arts,
You only who have felt his darts,
Can pity such a case as mine.

3

Loud in my ears a charge he read,
(My conscience witnessed all he said)
My long black list of outward sin;
Then bringing forth my heart to view,
Too well what's hidden there he knew,
He showed me ten-times worse within.

4

'Tis all too true, my soul replied,
But I remember Jesus died,
And now he fills a throne of grace;
I'll go, as I have done before,
His mercy I may still implore,
I have his promise, "Seek my face."

5

But, as when sudden fogs arise,
The trees and hills, the sun and skies,
Are all at once concealed from view;
So clouds of horror, black as night,
By Satan raised, hid from my sight,
The throne of grace and promise too.

6

Then, while beset with guilt and fear,
He tried to urge me to despair,
He tried, and he almost prevailed;
But JESUS, by a heav'nly ray,
Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear away,
And all the tempter's malice failed.

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