Humphrey Brailsford - Full of wrath, his threat'ning breath - текст песни (слова)

Full of wrath, his threat'ning breath
 Belching nought but chains and death,
 Saul was arrested in his way
 By a voice and light,
 That if a thousand days
 Should join their rays
 To beautify a day
 It would not show so glorious and so bright.
 On his amazed eyes it night did fling,
 That day might break within,
 And by these beams of faith
 Make of him, a child of wrath,
 Become a vessel full of glory.
 Lord, curb us in our dark and sinful way,
 We humbly pray,
 When we down horrid precipices run,
 With feet that thirst to be undone,
 That this may be our story.