Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Why droops my soul with grief opprest
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> Salem
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 9
Page Number: 289, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWHY droops my soul with grief opprest?
Why these wild tumults in my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?
No kind physician to be found?
Yes, in the gospel's faithful lines,
Jehovah's boundless mercy shines;
There, drest in love, the Saviour stands,
With pitying heart and wooing hands!
Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes;-
Behold the Prince of glory dies!
He dies extended on the tree,
And sheds a sov'reign balm for thee.
O Saviour at thy feet I lie,
Here to receive a cure or die!
But grace forbids the painful fear,
Infinite grace, which triumphs here!
Dear Lord, extract the poison'd dart,
Bind up and heal my broken heart;
With blooming health my face adorn,
And change my gloomy night to morn.