407. Backsliders, who your misery feel

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.

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First Line: Backsliders, who your misery feel
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1828
Topic: Christian experience: Spiritual Declension; Crown Him
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