1 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies,
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes,
Nor let th'offences of my hand,
Within thy book, recorded stand.
2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd,
A conscience pure, a soul renew'd;
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,
An outcast from thy presence roam.
3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart
Once more his quick'ning aid impart,
My mind from every fear release,
And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace.
4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway
Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray,
From me thy heavenly precepts learn,
And, humbled, to their God return.
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First Line: | Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Penitence of the awakened sinner: Penitence |