CCCXLIV. Praise for Conversion

1 Ye Souls that fear the Lord,
Come, listen while I tell,
How narrowly my Feet escap'd
The Snares of Death and Hell.

2 The shatt'ring Joys of Sense
Assail'd my foolish Heart,
While Satan, with malicious Skill,
Guided the pois'nous Dart.

3 I fell beneath the Stroke,
But fell to rise again;
My Anguish rous'd me into Life,
And Pleasure sprung from Pain.

4 Darkness, and Shame, and Grief
Oppress'd my gloomy Mind;
I look'd around me for Relief,
But no Relief could find.

5 At Length to God I cry'd;
He heard my plaintive Sigh,
He heard, and instantly he sent
Salvation from on High.

6 My drooping Head he rais'd,
My bleeding Wounds he heal'd,
Pardon'd my Sins, and with a Smile
The gracious Pardon seal'd.

7 O! may I ne'er forget
The Mercy of my GOD;
Nor ever want a Tongue to spread
His loudest Praise abroad.

Text Information
First Line: Ye Souls that fear the Lord
Title: Praise for Conversion
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
Scripture: ;
Topic: Conversion
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