Text: | Returning to God |
Author: | Miss Anne Steele |
1 O Thou, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh,
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;
2 See, low before Thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said, return?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from Thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!
4 O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
5 Thy presence only can bestow
Delights which never cloy:
Be this my solace here below,
And my eternal joy!
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First Line: | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears |
Title: | Returning to God |
Author: | Miss Anne Steele |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |