Blest is the penitent, who feels

Verse 1

Blest are the penitent, who feel Their sins are all forgiv'n; Thrice blest the souls whom Jesus heals And fills with hopes of Heav'n.

Verse 2

Before his feet in dread despair A culprit long I lay, But when I prayed he heard my pray'r And turned my night to day.

Verse 3

O seek him, all ye sinners round, Fall low before his face! O seek him while he may be found And share alike his grace!

Verse 4

’Tis ours to pray, ’tis his to bless; The Lord is ever nigh To guide us through the wilderness And land us safe on high.