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 wanderer mourn.
Hast thou not bide 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 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 |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Repentance and Conversion |