1 Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And with an humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!
2 Pleas'd with the news the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is fill'd with joy.
3 Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner's moan;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.
4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:
"The sinner lost is found," they sing
And strike the sounding lyre.
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First Line: | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | cm; Kingdom and Church of Christ: In a state of Revival |
Notes: | Public Domain. |