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Return to me, and I will return to you.
Mal. 3:7.
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart—
Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!”
Dear Lord! and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O! take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove!
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace! thy healing power,
How glorious—how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
A heart so vile as mine!
5 Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
O! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
Mrs. Steele.