1 O Lord, and shall our fainting souls
Thy just displeasure ever mourn?
Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn
Will He no more to us return?
2 Great Source of light and peace, return,
Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain;
Come, repossess our longing hearts
With all the graces of Thy train.
3 This temple, hallow'd by Thy hand,
Once more be with Thy presence blest;
Here be Thy grace anew display'd;
Be this Thine everlasting rest.
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First Line: | O Lord, and shall our fainting souls |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Backsliding; Christians: their life and experience; Spiritual Declension |
Notes: | Author from index: T. Scott |