1 O how divine, how sweet the joy
When but one sinner turns,
And with an humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns.
2 Pleased with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is fill'd with joy.
3 Well pleased the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner's moan;
Jesus receives him in His arms,
And claims him for His own.
4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:
"The sinner lost is found," they sing
And strike the sounding lyre.
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First Line: | O how divine, how sweet the joy |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Gospel Call; Gospel: the call of |
Notes: | Author from index: Needham |