Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #229: Oh, That I Knew The Secret Place

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229 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Oh, that I knew the secret place

Where I might find my God!

I'd spread my wants before His face,

And pour my woes abroad.

I'd tell Him how my sins arise;

What sorrows I sustain;

How grace decays, and comfort dies,

And leaves my heart in pain.

He knows what arguments I'd take

To wrestle with my God;

I'd plead for His own mercy's sake,

And for my Saviour's blood.

My God will pity my complaints,

And heal my broken bones;

He takes the meaning of His saints;

The language of their groans.

Arise, my soul, from deep distress,

And banish ev'ry fear;

He calls thee to His throne of grace,

To spread thy sorrows there.

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