Text: | Contrition |
1 O thou whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye.
2 See! low before the throne of grace
We wretched wanderers mourn;
Hast thou not bid us seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, return?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive us from thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.
4 O shine on this benighted heart
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
5 Thy presence only can bestow
Delights which never cloy;
Be this my solace here below,
And my eternal joy.
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First Line: | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears |
Title: | Contrition |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | After Sermon |