253. O wanderer, knowing not the smile

1 O wanderer, knowing not the smile
Of Jesus’ lovely face,
In darkness living all the while,
Rejecting offered grace;
To thee Jehovah’s voice doth sound,
Thy soul he waits to free;
Thy Saviour hath a ransom found,
There’s mercy still for thee!

Refrain:
There’s mercy still for thee,
There’s mercy still for thee;
Poor trembling soul, he’ll make thee whole,
There’s mercy still for thee!

2 For thee, though sunk in deep despair,
Thy Saviour’s blood was shed;
He for thy sins was as a lamb
To cruel slaughter led,
That thou mayst find, poor sin-sick soul,
A pardon full and free;
What boundless grace, what wondrous love,
There’s mercy still for thee!

3 Though sins of years rise mountains high
And would thy hopes destroy,
Thy Saviour’s blood can wash away
The stains, and bring thee joy.
Now lift thy heart in earnest prayer,
To him for safety flee,
While still the angels chant the strain:
There’s mercy still for thee!

Text Information
First Line: O wanderer, knowing not the smile
Author: Herbert Howard Booth (1862-1926)
Refrain First Line: There's mercy still for thee
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The gospel: Invitation
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