LXXVIII. 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
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