1 O turn, great Ruler of the skies,
Turn from my sins thy searching eyes!
My mind from ev'ry fear release,
And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace.
2 Prompt is thy pow'r, when ills invade,
The weak and contrite soul to aid:
Then let thy clemency divine
Conspicuous in my pardon shine.
3 O let the fulness of thy grace
Each error of my life efface! --
But thy decrees, almighty Sire!
Integrity of heart require.
4 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.
5 The heart that, taught its guilt to know,
Repentant heaves with inward woe,
Shall find its pray'rs, its groans its sighs,
To thee in full acceptance rise.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O turn, great Ruler of the skies |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Repentance and Conversion |
Notes: | Public Domain. |