273 | Ferguson. S.M.
(635) Absorbed in Christ.
Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.
2 Lord, turn thee to my soul;
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
From sin’s destructive snare?
3 When shall the sov’reign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wand’ring feet have trod?
4 Oh, keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer’s name.
Isaac Watts, 1719.