HYMN 20. (C. M.) Backslidings and Returns; or, the Inconstancy of our Love.
I
Why is my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day
With thee, no more by night?
II
Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love,
As I have found in thee?
III
When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.
IV
But ere one fleeting hour is pass'd,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
V
Trifles of nature or of art
With fair deceitful charms
Intrude upon my thoughtless heart,
And thrust thee from my arms.
VI
Then I repent and vex my soul
That I should leave thee so,
Where will those wild affections roll
That let a Saviour go?
VII
Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain,
And I am drown'd in grief;
But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief.
VIII
Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,
He draws with loving bands;
Divine compassion in his eyes,
And pardon in his hands.
IX
Wretch that I am to wander thus
In chase of false delight!
Let me be fasten'd to thy cross
Rather than lose thy sight.
X
Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.
