Oh, that I knew the secret place Where I might find my God I spread my wants before His face And pour my woes abroad I tell Him how my sins arise What sorrows I sustain How grace recedes and comfort dies And leaves my heart in pain He knows what arguments I take To wrestle with my God I plead for His own mercy's sake And for my Saviour's love But stay my soul to hope gives place He'll banish every fear He calls me to His throne of grace To spread thy sorrows there Oh, that I knew the secret place Where I might find my God