Laden with oppressive grief,
To the Lord the sinner flies
There alone he gains relief,
Hence his consolations rise.
Bowing at the sacred throne,
He laments his wretched case ;
Humbly owns himself undone,
Lost without recovering grace.
God beholds his broken heart,
Listens to his earnest cries ;
Bids his sorrows all depart,
Softly wipes his weeping eyes.
Present peace and future bliss,
From true godly sorrow flow ;
None shall e’er the harvest miss,
Who their seed in sadness sow.
To the Lord the sinner flies
There alone he gains relief,
Hence his consolations rise.
Bowing at the sacred throne,
He laments his wretched case ;
Humbly owns himself undone,
Lost without recovering grace.
God beholds his broken heart,
Listens to his earnest cries ;
Bids his sorrows all depart,
Softly wipes his weeping eyes.
Present peace and future bliss,
From true godly sorrow flow ;
None shall e’er the harvest miss,
Who their seed in sadness sow.
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