Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll

Verse 1

Though sorrows rise and dangers roll, In waves of darkness o’er my soul; Though friends are false, and love decays, And few and evil are my days; Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, Swells with remembered guilt my woes; Yet ev’n in nature’s utmost ill, I love thee, Lord, I love thee still!

Verse 2

Though Sinai’s curse, in thunder dread, Peals o’er mine unprotected head, And memory points, with busy pain, To grace and mercy given in vain; Till nature, shrinking in the strife, Would fly to hell to ‘scape from life; Though every thought has power to kill, I love thee, Lord, I love thee still!

Verse 3

Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne, The ruffian’s blow, the tyrant’s scorn, By Sinai’s curse, whose dreadful doom Was buried in thy guiltless tomb; By these my pangs, whose healing smart, Thy grace hath planted in my heart— I know, I feel thy bounteous will, Thou lov’st me, Lord, thou lov’st me still!