“Return, ye backsliding children.” Jer. 3. 12, 14, 22
A. Steele C.M.
See, Lord, before thy throne of grace
A wretched wanderer mourn!
Thyself hast bid me seek thy face;
Thyself hast said, “Return.”
And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Thy word of promise cannot fail,
My tower of safe retreat.
Absent from thee, my Guide, my Light,
Without one cheering ray;
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!
O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy Spirit’s voice impart
A taste of joys divine!