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 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light,
Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!
4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
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First Line: | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Contrition; Conviction; Forgiveness: Of Sin(2 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Steele |