Ye souls that fear the Lord, Come, listen while I tell

Verse 1

Ye souls that fear the Lord, Come, listen while I tell, How narrowly my feet escaped The snares of death and hell.

Verse 2

The shattering joys of sense Assailed my foolish heart, While Satan, with malicious skill, Guided the poisonous dart.

Verse 3

I fell beneath the stroke, But fell to rise again; My anguish roused me into life, And pleasure sprung from pain.

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Darkness, and shame, and grief Oppressed my gloomy mind; I looked around me for relief, But no relief could find.

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At length to God I cried; He heard my plaintive sigh, He heard, and instantly he sent Salvation from on high.

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My drooping head he raised, My bleeding wounds he healed, Pardoned my sins, and with a smile The gracious pardon sealed.

Verse 7

O! may I ne'er forget The mercy of my God; Nor ever want a tongue to spread His loudest praise abroad.