6-8s. 1 SAVIOUR, to thee we humbly cry! The brethren we have lost restore; Recall them by thy pitying eye, Retrieve them from the Tempter's power; By thy victorious blood cast down, Nor suffer him to take their crown.
2 Beguiled alas! by Satan's art, We see them now far off removed, The burden of our bleeding heart, The souls whom once in thee we loved; Whom still we love with grief and pain, And weep for their return in vain.
3 In vain, till thou the power bestow, The double power of quickening grace. And make the happy sinners know Their Tempter, with his angel-face, Who leads them captive at his will, Captive - but happy sinners still!
4 O wouldst thou break the fatal snare Of carnal self-security; And let them feel the wrath they bear, And let them groan their want of thee, Robbed of their false, pernicious peace, Stripped of their fancied righteousness!
5 The men of careless lives, who deem Thy righteousness accounted theirs, Awake out of the soothing dream, Alarm their souls with humble fears: Thou jealous God, stir up thy power, And let them sleep in sin no more!
6 Long as the guilt of sin shall last, Them in its misery detain; Hold their licentious spirits fast, Bind them with their own nature's chain, Nor ever let the wanderers rest, Till lodged again in Jesu's breast.
