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“Return, ye backsliding children.” Jer. 3. 12, 14, 22

A. Steele   C.M.

1
See, Lord, before thy throne of grace
A wretched wanderer mourn!
Thyself hast bid me seek thy face;
Thyself hast said, “Return.”

2
And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Thy word of promise cannot fail,
My tower of safe retreat.

3
Absent from thee, my Guide, my Light,
Without one cheering ray;
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!

4
O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy Spirit’s voice impart
A taste of joys divine!