O Thou that hearest when sinners cry, Though all my sins before thee lie, Behold me not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I can not live without thy light, Cast out and banished from thy sight; Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford; And let a sinner seek thy throne, To plead the merits of the Son. 940 L. M. 6 lines. The returning wanderer. Weary of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow beneath the rod; For thee, for thee alone, I mourn: I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace! More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still. 3 Thou knowest the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more! The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of prayer. 941 L. M. Deliverance. Before thy throne with tearful eyes, My gracious Lord, I humbly fall; To thee my weary spirit flies, For thy forgiving love I call. 2 How free thy mercy overflows, When sinners on thy grace rely! Thy tender love no limit knows; O, save me—justly doomed to die! 3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free! The gloom of sin is fled away; My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee, And all my powers thy word obey. 4 Hence while I wrestle with my foes— The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell— Sustain thou me till conflicts close, Then endless songs my thanks shall tell. 942 C. M. Turn thee unto me, etc. Psalm 25:16. O thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition’s humble sigh; Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow’s weeping eye; 2 See Lord, before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn: Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said—“Return?” 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? O, let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat! 4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light! Without one cheering ray, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way. 5 O, shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine! And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joy divine.