Long Have I Sat Beneath the Sound

Long have I sat be­neath the sound

Of Thy sal­va­tion

Lord;

But still how weak my faith is found

And know­ledge of Thy Word!

Oft I fre­quent Thy ho­ly place

And hear al­most in vain;

How small a por­tion of Thy grace

My me­mo­ry can re­tain!

My dear Al­migh­ty

and my God

How lit­tle art Thou known

By all the judg­ments of Thy rod

And bless­ings of Thy throne!

How cold and fee­ble is my love!

How ne­gli­gent my fear!

How low my hope of joys ab­ove!

How few af­fect­ions there!

Great God! Thy sov­er­eign pow­er im­part

To give Thy Word suc­cess;

Write Thy sal­va­tion in my heart

And make me learn Thy grace.

Show my for­get­ful feet the way

That leads to joys on high;

There know­ledge grows with­out de­cay

And love shall nev­er die.