The Backslider Restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ

O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,

Though all my crimes before Thee lie,

Behold them not with angry look,

But blot their memory from Thy book.

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.

I cannot live without Thy light,

Cast out and banish from Thy sight;

Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.

Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,

His help and comfort still afford;

And let me now come near Thy throne,

To plead the merits of Thy Son.

A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the sacrifice I bring;

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye

And save the soul condemned to die.

O may Thy love inspire my tongue!

Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless

The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.