1 Mine eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promises, And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring thy salvation near: When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts Doth but enlarge my woe; My spirit languishes, my heart Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light My sorrow new begins; Look on my anguish and my pain, And pardon all my sins.