When Satan My Accuser

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London

When Satan my accuser
Has so oppressed my heart,
That all my joys are smitten
And sacred hopes depart;
And when I dwell in darkness,
As those whose souls are dead,
And sorrows overwhelming
Invade and rule my head.

Then in my desolation
I muse on days gone by:
Review God’s gracious blessings,
His power from on high,
His hand of lovingkindness
That saved a wretch like me,
And brought me out of bondage
The path of life to see.

Reflecting on the goodness
And mercies of the Lord,
Then tracing all the wonders
Discovered in His Word;
And thinking of the trials
Once brought to Him in prayer,
And all His answering kindness,
I feel, once more, His care!

How can I doubt my Saviour?
I stretch my hands again,
And thirst for further tokens
Of my eternal gain;
O Lord, I’ll trust Thy promise,
Thy faithfulness and love;
Come, lead me ever onward
To Thy dear land above.

(Psalm 143)

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