A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#103

103. Far from thy fold, O God, my feet

1 Far from thy fold, O God, my feet
Once moved in error's devious maze;
Nor found religious duties sweet,
Now sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways.

2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee
The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve;
And gently drew my soul to thee,
With cords of sweet, eternal love.

3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all.

4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give;
From fame, from wealth, from friends I'll part,
Beneath thy countenance to live.

5 And when, in smiling friendship drest,
Death bids me quit this mortal frame,
Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast,
My latest breath shall bless his name.

6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise,
And soar above yon starry spheres:
Join the fall chorus of the skies,
And sing thy praise thro' endless years.

Text Information

• First Line: Far from thy fold, O God, my feet
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: Christ: Salvation Through Him

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