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By The Thoughtless World Derided

Author: William B. Collyer Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8171 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 By the thoughtless world derided, Still I love the Word of God; ’Tis a chart by which I’m guided, Often ’tis a chastening rod; ’Tis a sword that cuts asunder All my pride and vanity When abased I lie and wonder That He spares a wretch like me. 2 This confirms me when I waver, Sets my trembling judgment right, When I stray, how much soever, This is my restoring light; Satan oft and sin assail me, With temptations ever new; Then, O nothing can avail me, ’Till my bleeding Lord I view. 3 Faith I need, O Lord, bestow it, Give my laboring mind relief; Oft alas! I doubt, I know it, Help, O help my unbelief; Dearest Savior, by Thy merit May I gain a future crown; Guide, O guide me by Thy Spirit, Till these storms are overblown. Languages: English Tune Title: GLOAMING

By the thoughtless world derided

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #7 (1828) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 By the thoughtless world derided, Still I love the word of God; 'Tis the crook by which I'm guided, Often 'tis a chastening rod. 'Tis a sword that cuts asunder All my pride and vanity, When abas'd I lie, and wonder That he spares a wretch like me. 2 This confirms me when I waver, Sets my trembling judgment right; When I stray, how much so over, This is my restoring light: Satan oft, and sin, assail me, With temptations ever new; Then, O nothing can avail me, 'Till my bleeding Lord I view. 3 Faith I need, O Lord bestow it, Give my labouring mind relief; Oft, alas! I doubt, I know it, Help, O help my unbelief. Dearest Saviour, by thy merit May I gain a future crown; Guide, O guide me by thy Spirit, Till these storms are overblown! Topics: The Bible—O how I love thy law; The Means of Grace The Word of God; The Scriptures Scripture: Psalm 119:97

By the thoughtless world derided

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #250 (1867) Lyrics: 1 By the thoughtless world derided, Still I love the word of God; 'Tis the crook by which I'm guided, Often 'tis a chastening rod. 'Tis a sword that cuts asunder All my pride and vanity, When abased I lie, and wonder That he spares a wretch like me. 2 This confirms me when I waver, Sets my trembling judgment right; When I stray, how much soever, This is my restoring light: Satan oft, and sin, assail me With temptations ever new; Then there's nothing can avail me, Till my bleeding Lord I view. 3 Faith I need; O Lord, bestow it, Give my labouring mind relief; Oft, alas! I doubt, I know it, Help, oh help my unbelief. Dearest Saviour, by Thy merit May I gain a future crown; Guide, oh guide me by Thy Spirit, Till these storms are overblown. Topics: The Scriptures Languages: English