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1 Backsliders, who your misery feel,
Attend your Saviour's call;
Return, he'll your backslidings heal;
Oh, crown him Lord of all,
2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt
And painful is your thrall;
For broken hearts his blood was spilt;
Oh, crown him Lord of all.
3 Take with you words, approach his throne,
And low before him fall;
He understands the Spirit's groan;
Oh, crown him Lord of all.
4 Whoever comes he'll not cast out,
Although your faith be small:
His faithfulness you cannot doubt;
Oh, crown him Lord of all.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #407
First Line: | Backsliders, who your misery feel |
Title: | Address to Backsliders |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |