1 Lord, we have wandered from thy way, Like foolish sheep have gone astray, Our pleasant pastures we have left, And of their guard our souls bereft. 2 Exposed to want, exposed to harm, Far from our gentle Shepherd's arm; Nor will these fatal wanderings cease, Till thou reveal the paths of peace. 3 O seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord, Nor let us quite forget thy word; Our erring feet do thou restore, And keep us that we stray no more. 329. L. M. Steele. Sense of Sin. 1 Jesus demands this heart of mine, Demands my love, my joy, my care, But ah, how dead to things divine, How cold my best affections are! 2 'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power, Divides my Saviour from my sight; O, for one happy, shining hour Of sacred freedom, sweet delight! 3 Come, gracious Lord; thy love can raise My captive powers from sin and death, And fill my heart and life with praise, And tune my last, expiring breath. 330. C. M. Breviary. The True Penitent. 1 O sinner! bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer: But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there. 2 To beat the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee: Thy secret soul he bids thee bend In true humility. 3 O righteous Judge! if thou wilt deign To grant us what we need; We pray for time to turn again, And grace to turn indeed. 331. L. M. Richter. Translated by J. Wesley. Devout Penitence. 1 My soul before thee prostrate lies; To thee, her source, my spirit flies; My wants I mourn, my chains I see; O let thy presence set me free. 2 In life's short day, let me yet more Of thy enlivening power implore; My mind must deeper sink in thee, My foot stand firm from wandering free. 3 Take full possession of my heart; The lowly mind of Christ impart; I still will wait, O Lord, on thee, Till, in thy light, the light I see. 4 One only care my soul should know, Father, all thy commands to do; Oh! deep engrave it on my breast, That I in thee alone am blest. 332. C. M. C. Wesley. Vain Repentance. 1 Times without number have I prayed, "This only once forgive;" Relapsing when thy hand was stayed, And suffered me to live. 2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace, Lord, to my heart restore; Forgive my vain repentances, And bid me sin no more. 333. P. M. Heber. "There is Joy in Heaven over one Sinner that Repenteth." 1 There was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! When this goodly world to frame, The Lord of light and mercy came: Shouts of joy were heard on high, And the stars sang from the sky, "Glory to God in heaven!"