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Text: | Backsliders |
Author: | Hart |
1 Backsliding souls, return to God;
Your faithful God is gracious still;
Leave the false ways ye long have trod,
For God will your backslidings heal.
2 Your first espousals call to mind;
’Tis time ye should be now reclaimed.
What fruit could ever Christians find
In things whereof they’re now ashamed?
3 The indignation of the Lord
Awhile endure, for ’tis your due;
But firm and steadfast stands his word;
Though you are faithless, he is true.
4 The blood of Christ, a precious blood!
Cleanses from all sin, doubt it not,
And reconciles the soul to God,
From every folly, every fault.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Backsliding souls, return to God |
Title: | Backsliders |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |