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 the Throne of Grace
A wretched Wand'rer mourn:
Hast thou not bide 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 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light,
Without one cheering Ray,
Thro' Dangers, Fears, and gloomy Night,
How desolate my Way!
5 O shine on this benighted Heart,
With Beams of Mercy shine;
And let thy healing Voice impart
A taste of Joys Divine.
6 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 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | liturgical: Confession Songs; Penitential Hymns |