1 O thou whose mercy hears
Contrition’s humble sigh,
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From Sorrow’s weeping eye;

2 See, at thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, “Return”?

3 Shall guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
O let not this last refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.

4 Absent from thee, my Light,
Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!

5 On this benighted heart
With beams of mercy shine,
And let thy voice again impart
A taste of joy divine.

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Blessy Christlin


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