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Hymn 1:30 (in Thine Own Ways, O God Of Love) Post by :lduncanjr Category :Poems Author :Isaac Watts Date :July 2011 Read :2580

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Hymn 1:30 (in Thine Own Ways, O God Of Love)

Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21.

In thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the visits of thy grace,
Our souls desire is to thy Name,
And the remembrance of thy face.

My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee,
'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night;
My earnest cries salute the skies
Before the dawn restore the light.

Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.

Hark, the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes,
A voice of music to his friends,
But threatening thunder to his foes.

Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury cease.

My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings,
While heavenly peace around my flock
Stretches its soft and shady wings.

(The end)
Isaac Watts's Poem: Hymn 1:30 (In Thine Own Ways, O God Of Love)

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