Penitence and hope

Verse 1

Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace, Low at thy feet asham'd I fall, And hide this wretched face.

Verse 2

Shall love like thine be thus repaid? Ah vile, ungrateful heart! By earth's low cares detain'd, betray'd, From Jesus to depar —

Verse 3

From Jesus, who alone can give True pleasure, peace and rest: When absent from my Lord, I live Unsatisfy'd, unblest.

Verse 4

But he, for his own mercy's sake, My wandering soul restores: He bids the mourning heart partake The pardon it implores.

Verse 5

O while I breathe to thee, my Lord, The penitential sigh, Confirm the kind, forgiving word, With pity in thine eye!

Verse 6

Then shall the mourner at thy feet Rejoice to seek thy face, And grateful own how kind, how sweet Thy condescending grace!