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THE UNAWAKENED PENITENT RETURNING FROM THE CAMP.
Fast in bonds I yet remain,
With fetters on the wing,
Left without one drop of rain;
To cheer or make me sing,
Heavenly fire now touch the tongue,
How sinful man by nature dumb;
Humble praise shall then be sung,
Whilst on our journey home.
With fetters on the wing,
Left without one drop of rain;
To cheer or make me sing,
Heavenly fire now touch the tongue,
How sinful man by nature dumb;
Humble praise shall then be sung,
Whilst on our journey home.
Am I sadly left without
One soul reviving shower,
Sunk beneath the gloom of doubt,
In this decisive hour;
Heavenly visions fill the eye,
Of one thus blind by nature's doom,
On the way I pleading lie,
For light to guide me home.
One soul reviving shower,
Sunk beneath the gloom of doubt,
In this decisive hour;
Heavenly visions fill the eye,
Of one thus blind by nature's doom,
On the way I pleading lie,
For light to guide me home.
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Lord has Gilead's withdrawn,
The gospel olive dead?
Has the cloud passed by and gone,
And left us void of bread?
Tho' we leave the fountain dry,
The cloud may yet return and come,
Thou art able to supply,
And fill us Lord, at home.
The gospel olive dead?
Has the cloud passed by and gone,
And left us void of bread?
Tho' we leave the fountain dry,
The cloud may yet return and come,
Thou art able to supply,
And fill us Lord, at home.
Many thoughtless souls have gone,
Like Zacchius up the tree,
Moved by fancy to look on,
But caught the blaze from thee,
Notwithstanding vast the crowd,
We see for him there still was room,
Boundless love brings down the proud,
And peace awaits him home.
Like Zacchius up the tree,
Moved by fancy to look on,
But caught the blaze from thee,
Notwithstanding vast the crowd,
We see for him there still was room,
Boundless love brings down the proud,
And peace awaits him home.
See that prodigal brought low,
To crave the food of swine,
Whose condition was to show,
The sad effects of wine,
Yet a father's boundless grace,
Forbids the wretched to roam,
Tho' by sensual pleasures base,
Is crowned with love at home.
To crave the food of swine,
Whose condition was to show,
The sad effects of wine,
Yet a father's boundless grace,
Forbids the wretched to roam,
Tho' by sensual pleasures base,
Is crowned with love at home.
That vile wretch with devils fought,
Who cut himself with stones,
To himself by love was brought,
And thus forgot his moans,
There trembling at the voice,
Which broke with power thro' every tone
Mercy bade the man rejoice,
And sent him shouting home.
Who cut himself with stones,
To himself by love was brought,
And thus forgot his moans,
There trembling at the voice,
Which broke with power thro' every tone
Mercy bade the man rejoice,
And sent him shouting home.
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