The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

BENEATH the pois'nous dart

   BENEATH the pois'nous dart
   Of Satan's rage I fell
How narrowly my feet escap'd
   The snares of death and hell!

   Darkness, and shame, and grief
   Oppress'd my gloomy mind;
look'd around me for relief,
    But no relief could find.

   At length, to God I cry'd;
   He heard my plaintive sigh
He heard, and instantly he sent
   Salvation from on high.

   Oh, may I ne'er forget
   The mercy of my God'
Nor ever want a tongue to spread
   His loudest praise abroad.

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