1 There is hope for the penitent one
Who is grieving o’er sins of the past,
And from wanderings lonely and sad
Has returned to the Saviour at last.
At the gate of God’s mercy He waits,
Sinking down ‘neath the burden of sin;
But the cry of repentance is heard,
And the Saviour’s voice welcomes him in.
There is hope for the penitent one,
There’s a joy that will ever increase,
There is rest for the sin-weary soul,
There is refuge, and pardon, and peace,
There is refuge, and pardon, and peace.
2 There is rest for the penitent one
When the conflict of heart and of soul
Has been ended by mercy and grace,
And the Saviour takes loving control.
There is rest from the bondage of sin,
From the evil that lives to destroy,
For secure in the love that can save,
There is harmony, gladness and joy. [Refrain]
3 There is joy for the penitent one
When the shackles of sin totter down;
And in visions of faith He beholds
Mansions fair and a bright victor’s crown.
Though the tempest of sin surges high,
There’s a joy that will sparkle and thrill
When the Master’s hand touches the storm,
And His voice whispers low “Peace be still.” [Refrain]
Lanta Wilson Smith was born July 19, 1856 at Castine, Maine, and died October 19, 1939 at Taunton, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of a Methodist minister, William J. Wilson, and his wife Sedelia Follett. Her father belonged to the Maine, and later the East Maine Conferences from 1846 until 1866, when he with his family traveled in a covered wagon to the west, where he served as minister in Nebraska and Dakota. Later he returned to New England and founded out his sixty-four years in the ministry at an appointment in Hingham, Massachusetts. From her early childhood Lanta sang and played the organ in church and Sunday school wherever her father was located. When seventeen she attended Bucksport Seminary, Maine, where she received som… Go to person page >