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Hymn 177: O that I knew where I might find
HYMN CLXXVII.
O that I knew where I might find My righteous Judge's seat, To pour out all my troubled mind In prayer before His feet!
Not with the thunder of Thy power Wouldst Thou against me plead; No, Thy good Spirit, in that hour, For me would .
For me, Thy Son Himself would pray, Thy well-beloved Son; Father! Thou couldst not turn away From Thine anointed One.
Thine own unutterable , Thy love,--Thy love to me, Constrain me thus to seek Thy face, And cast my cares on Thee.
Hear, then the voice of my desire, My griefs, my fears behold; Search me and try me, as with fire, And bring me forth like gold.
Lord! thou hast troubled my repose, Thy chastisements I feel; Thine hand hath touch'd my heart--it glows, It melts,--impress Thy seal.
Stamp Thine own Image on my soul, Lift from the dust mine head; Lord! Thou hast wounded,--make me whole; Hast slain,--now raise the dead.