1060 112th C. Wesley
“O Israel, return unto the Lord thy God.” Hos. 14. 1-4
1
Weary of wandering from the Lord,
 
And now made willing to return,
 
I hear, and bow me to the rod;
 
For now, not without hope, I mourn;
 
There is 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 thy arms, and take me in!
 
All my backslidings freely heal,
 
And love the faithless sinner still.
3
Thou know’st 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.
4
Ah, give me, Lord, the tender heart,
 
That trembles at the approach of sin;
 
A godly fear of sin impart;
 
Implant and root it deep within;
 
That I may love thy gracious power,
 
And never dare to offend thee more.