O thou whose mercy hears
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O thou whose mercy hearsContrition's humble sigh,Whose hand indulgent wipes the tearsFrom Sorrow's weeping eye;—
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See, at thy throne of grace,A wretched wanderer mourn:Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?Hast thou not said, "Return"?
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Shall guilty fears prevailTo drive me from thy feet?O let not this last refuge fail,This only safe retreat.
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Absent from thee, my Light,Without one cheering ray,Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,How desolate my way!
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On this benighted heartWith beams of mercy shine,And let thy voice again impartA taste of joy divine.