1 O thou, the wretched's sure retreat,
who dost their cares controul,
And, with the cheerful smile of peace,
Revive the fainting soul!
2 Did ever thy propitious ear
The humble plea disdain?
Or when did plaintive mis'ry sigh,
Or supplicate, in vain?
3 Opprest with grief and shame, dissolv'd
In penitential tears,
Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts,
And dissipates our fears.
4 Now life from thy refreshing grace,
Our sinking hearts receive;
Thy gentlest, best-lov'd attribute,
To pity and forgive.
5 From that blest source, propitious hope
Appears serenely bright,
And sheds her soft and cheering beam
O'er sorrow's dismal night.
6 Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord,
And bless the friendly ray,
Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.
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First Line: | O thou, the wretched's sure retreat |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Character and Perfections of God |