How oft this wretched, sinful heart
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How oft this wretched, sinful heartHas wandered from the Lord!How oft my roving thoughts depart,Forgetful of his word!
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Yet mercy calls me now, "Return;"Saviour, to thee I come;My vile ingratitude I mourn;O take the wanderer home!
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Thy love, so full, so free, so sweet,Blest Saviour, I adore;O keep me at thy sacred feet,And let me rove no more.