My soul was overwhelmed with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burden knows,
He knows the way I take.
Let my prayer be set before You as incense,
The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice
A song for the fifth of November Isaac Watts Had not the Lord, may Isr’el say,Had not the Lord maintained our side,When men, to make our lives a prey,Rose like the swelling of the tide; The swelling tide had stopped our breath,So fiercely did the […]