The Backslder returning

1 O what a cruel wretch am I,
To leave my Jesus so!
And now without his smiles I lie,
And know not where to go.

2 Once I enjoyed his smiling face;
But did not think so soon
I should go mourning in distress,
And all my comforts gone.

3 Not all the glories of this earth,
Can do me any good;
My soul abhors all carnal mirth,
And groans to find my God.

4 O should I see his face again,
I'd tell him all my woe,
Confess how guilty I have been
To leave my Jesus so.

5 Then I will clasp him in my arms,
And he shall have my heart;
And earth, with all her treacherous charms,
Forever shall depart.

Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800