“Return, thou backsliding Israel.” Jer. 3. 12, 14, 22
J. Hart L.M.
Backsliding souls, return to God;
Your faithful God is gracious still;
Leave the false ways ye long have trod,
For God will your backslidings heal.
Your first espousals call to mind;
’Tis time ye should be now reclaimed.
What fruit could ever Christians find
In things whereof they’re now ashamed?
The indignation of the Lord
Awhile endure, for ’tis your due;
But firm and steadfast stands his word;
Though you are faithless, he is true.
The blood of Christ, a precious blood!
Cleanses from all sin, doubt it not,
And reconciles the soul to God,
From every folly, every fault.