1. The mighty God will not despise,
The contrite heart for sacrifice;
The deep-fetched sigh and secret groan,
Rise with acceptance to his throne.
2. He meets with tokens of his grace,
The trembling lip, the blushing face;
His bowels yearn when sinners pray,
And mercy bears their sins away.
3. Oppressed with grief, o'erwhelmed with shame,
He, pitying, heals their broken frame;
Hears their complaints, and quickly spies
His image in their weeping eyes.
4. Thus what a rapturous joy possessed
The tender parent's throbbing breast,
When he beheld his son return,
And heard him all his follies mourn.
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First Line: | The mighty God will not despise |
Title: | The Repenting Prodigal |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1818 |
Copyright: | Public domain |