Text:Backsliders
Author:Hart

858. Backsliders

1 Backsliding souls, return to God;
Your faithful God is gracious still;
Leave the false ways ye long have trod,
For God will your backslidings heal.

2 Your first espousals call to mind;
’Tis time ye should be now reclaimed.
What fruit could ever Christians find
In things whereof they’re now ashamed?

3 The indignation of the Lord
Awhile endure, for ’tis your due;
But firm and steadfast stands his word;
Though you are faithless, he is true.

4 The blood of Christ, a precious blood!
Cleanses from all sin, doubt it not,
And reconciles the soul to God,
From every folly, every fault.

Text Information
First Line: Backsliding souls, return to God
Title: Backsliders
Author: Hart
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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