1.

Oh! thou, whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye.

2.

See, low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn;

Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said—return?

3.

And shall my guilty fears prevail

To drive me from thy feet?

Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat.

4.

Absent from thee, my Guide, my Light,

Without one cheering ray;

Through dangers, fears and gloomy night,

How desolate my way!

5.

Oh! shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine!

And let thy healing voice impart

A taste of joys divine.