Scripture Verse

I arose up from my heaviness…I fell upon my knees, and spread out my hands unto the Lord my God. Ezra 9:5


Augustus M. Toplady
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, in the Gos­pel Ma­ga­zine, Feb­ru­ary 1772, alt.

Music: Green Fields from The Pea­sant Can­ta­ta (Mer hahn en neue Ob­er­keet), by Jo­hann S. Bach, 1742. Ar­ranged by Lew­is Ed­son in The Cho­ris­ter’s Com­pan­ion (New Ha­ven, Con­nec­ti­cut: 1782) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Johann S. Bach


Encompassed with clouds of distress,
Just rea­dy all hope to resign,
I pant for the light of Thy face,
And fear it will ne­ver be mine;
Disheartened with waiting so long,
I sink at Thy feet with my load;
All plaintive I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands unto God.

Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Je­sus for peace,
The Rock that is higher than I;
Speak, Sav­ior, for sweet is Thy voice,
Thy presence is fair to behold;
Attend to my sorrows and cries,
My groanings that cannot be told.

If sometimes I strive as I mourn,
My hold of Thy promise to keep,
The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep;
Harassed and cast out from Thy sight,
The tempter suggests with a roar,
The Lord has forsaken thee quite;
Thy God will be gracious no more.

Yet, Lord, if Thy love hath designed
No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some pleasure in waiting for Thee?
Almighty to rescue Thou art;
Thy grace is my only resource:
If e’er Thou art Lord of my heart,
Thy Spi­rit must take it by force.