1 Indulgent God! with pitying eyes
The sons of men survey.
Alas! how thoughtless mortals sport
In sin's destructive way!
2 Ten thousand dangers lurk around,
to bear them to the tomb:
Each passing hour may place them where,
Repentance cannot come.
3 Reclaim, O Lord! their wand'ring minds,
Amus'd with airy dreams;
That heav'nly wisdom may dispel
Their visionary Schemes.
4 Guide and direct them by word,
Their dang'rous state to see;
That they may seek and find the path,
That leads to heav'n and thee.
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First Line: | Indulgent God! with pitying eye |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Danger and Misery of Sin |