1 Searcher of hearts! to thee
I all my soul display;
And, conscious of its innate arts,
Intreat thy strict survey.
2 If, lurking in its folds,
I any sin conceal:
O let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal!
3 If, in these fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie:
Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty!
4 To penitence and pray'r
Be gentle pity giv'n;
Speak ample pardon to my heart,
and seal its claim to heav'n.
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First Line: | Searcher of hearts! to thee |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Repentance and Conversion |