O That I Knew the Secret Place

Verse 1

O 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.

Verse 2

I'd tell Him how my sins arise, What sorrows I sustain, How grace decays, and comfort dies, And leaves my heart in pain.

Verse 3

He knows what arguments I'd take To wrestle with my God; I'd plead for His own mercy's sake, And for my Savior's blood.

Verse 4

My God will pity my complaints, And heal my broken bones; He takes the meaning of His saints, The language of their groans.

Verse 5

Arise, my soul, from deep distress, And banish every fear; He calls thee to His throne of grace, To spread thy sorrows there.