A Selection of Hymns ‎#CDXXXVII

CDXXXVII. Praise for Conversion

1 Come, ye that fear the Lord,
And listen while I tell,
How narrowly my feet escap'd
The snares of death and hell.

2 The flatt'ring joy of sense
Assail'd my foolish heart,
While Satan, with malicious skill,
Guided the poisonous 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: Come, ye that fear the lord
• Title: Praise for Conversion
• Author: Dr. S. Stennett
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Psalm 66:16
• Topic: The Church: Church Meetings; Church Meetings
• Notes: Public Domain.

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