1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of His word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home.
3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak Thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore:
O keep me at Thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
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First Line: | How oft, alas! this wretched heart |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |