Mine Eyes and My Desire

Mine eyes and my de­sire

Are ev­er to the Lord;

I love to plead His pro­mis­es

And rest up­on His Word.

Turn

turn Thee to my soul

Bring Thy sal­va­tion near;

When will Thy hand re­lease my feet

Out of the dead­ly snare?

When shall the sov­er­eign grace

Of my for­giv­ing God

Restore me from those dan­ger­ous ways

My wan­der­ing feet have trod?

The tu­mult of my thoughts

Doth but en­large my woe;

My spir­it lang­uish­es

my heart

Is de­so­late and low.

With ev­ery morn­ing light

My sor­row new be­gins;

Look on my ang­uish and my pain

And par­don all my sins.

Behold the hosts of hell

How cru­el is their hate!

Against my life they rise

and join

Their fu­ry with de­ceit.

O keep my soul from death

Nor put my hope to shame

For I have placed my on­ly trust

In my Re­deem­er’s name.

With hum­ble faith I wait

To see Thy face again:

Of Is­ra­el it shall ne’er be said

He sought the Lord in vain.