1 O Thou, whose mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye!--
2 See! at Thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said, Return?
3 Absent from Thee, my light,
Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!
4 Oh Shine upon my heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
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First Line: | O Thou, whose mercy hears |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Saint: Lukewarm and Backsliding |