1069    C.M.     A. Steele
“Return, ye backsliding children.” Jer. 3. 12, 14, 22

1 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace
  A wretched wanderer mourn!
  Thyself hast bid me seek thy face;
  Thyself hast said, “Return.”

2 And shall my guilty fears prevail
  To drive me from thy feet?
  Thy word of promise cannot fail,
  My tower of safe retreat.

3 Absent from thee, my Guide, my Light,
  Without one cheering ray;
  Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
  How desolate my way!

4 O shine on this benighted heart,
  With beams of mercy shine;
  And let thy Spirit’s voice impart
  A taste of joys divine!