Encompassed with clouds of distress

 

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Encompassed with clouds of distress,

  And tempted our hope to resign,
I pant for the light of thy face,
  That I and my beauty may shine;
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, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice,
  Thy presence is fair to behold;
I thirst for thy Spirit with cries
  And 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:
While harassed and cast from thy sight,
  The tempter suggests with a roar,
"The Lord has forsaken thee quite;
  Thy God will be gracious no more."

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, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice,
  Thy presence is fair to behold;
I thirst for thy Spirit with cries
  And groanings that cannot be told.

Yet, Lord, if thy love hath designed
  No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
  Some sweetness in waiting for thee?
Almighty to rescue thou art;
  Thy grace is immortal and free.
Lord, succor and comfort my heart
  And make me live holy to thee.

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, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice,
  Thy presence is fair to behold;
I thirst for thy Spirit with cries 
  And groanings that cannot be told.

  • Words: Augustus Montague Toplady
  • Gadsby's Hymnal #293