WHEN Satan my accuser Has so oppressed my heart, That all my joys are smitten And sacred hopes depart; And when I dwell in darkness, As those whose souls are dead, And sorrows overwhelming Invade and rule my head . . .
Then in my desolation I muse on days gone by: Review God’s gracious blessings, His power from on high, His hand of lovingkindness That saved a wretch like me, And brought me out of bondage The path of life to see.
Reflecting on the goodness And mercies of the Lord, Then tracing all the wonders Discovered in His Word; And thinking of the trials Once brought to Him in prayer, And all His answering kindness, I feel, once more, His care!
How can I doubt my Saviour? I stretch my hands again, And thirst for further tokens Of my eternal gain; O Lord, I’ll trust Thy promise, Thy faithfulness and love; Come, lead me ever onward To Thy dear land above.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust