Scripture Verse

I arose up from my heaviness…I fell upon my knees, and spread out my hands unto the Lord my God. Ezra 9:5


Augustus M. Toplady (1740–1778)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, in the Gos­pel Ma­ga­zine, Feb­ru­ary 1772, alt.

Music: Green Fields from The Pea­sant Can­ta­ta (Mer hahn en neue Ob­er­keet), by Jo­hann S. Bach, 1742. Ar­ranged by Lew­is Ed­son in The Cho­ris­ter’s Com­pan­ion (New Ha­ven, Con­nec­ti­cut: 1782) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Johann S. Bach (1685–1750)


Encompassed with clouds of dis­tress,
Just rea­dy all hope to re­sign,
I pant for the light of Thy face,
And fear it will ne­ver be mine;
Disheartened with wait­ing so long,
I sink at Thy feet with my load;
All plaint­ive I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands un­to God.

Shine, Lord, and my ter­ror shall cease;
The blood of atone­ment ap­ply;
And lead me to Je­sus for peace,
The Rock that is high­er than I;
Speak, Sav­ior, for sweet is Thy voice,
Thy pre­sence is fair to be­hold;
Attend to my sor­rows and cries,
My groan­ings that can­not be told.

If some­times I strive as I mourn,
My hold of Thy pro­mise to keep,
The bil­lows more fierce­ly re­turn,
And plunge me again in the deep;
Harassed and cast out from Thy sight,
The tempt­er sug­gests with a roar,
The Lord has for­sak­en thee quite;
Thy God will be gra­cious no more.

Yet, Lord, if Thy love hath de­signed
No co­ve­nant bless­ing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some plea­sure in wait­ing for Thee?
Almighty to res­cue Thou art;
Thy grace is my on­ly re­source:
If e’er Thou art Lord of my heart,
Thy Spi­rit must take it by force.