By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Isaiah lvii. 18, 19.
      1 SAVIOUR, I now with shame confess
      My thirst for creature happiness;
      By base desires I wronged thy love,
      And forced thy mercy to remove.

      2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke;
      But when thou didst thy grace revoke,
      And when thou didst thy face conceal,
      Thy absence I refused to feel.

      3 I knew not that the Lord was gone,
      In my own froward will went on,
      And lived to the desires of men;
      And thou hast all my wanderings seen.

      4 Yet, O the riches of thy grace!
      Thou, who hast seen my evil ways,
      Wilt freely my backslidings heal,
      And pardon on my conscience seal.

      5 For this I at thy footstool wait,
      Till thou my peace again create;
      Fruit of thy gracious lips, restore
      My peace, and bid me sin no more!

      6 Far off, yet at thy feet, I lie,
      Till thou again thy blood apply;
      Till thou repeat my sins forgiven,
      As far from God as hell from heaven.

      7 But, for thy truth and mercy's sake,
      My comfort thou wilt give me back,
      And lead me on from grace to grace,
      In all the paths of righteousness;

      8 Till, throughly saved, my new-born soul,
      And perfectly by faith made whole,
      Doth bright in thy full image rise,
      To share thy glory in the skies.