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Turn thee unto me, etc.
Psalm 25:16.
O thou, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition’s humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From sorrow’s weeping eye;
2 See Lord, before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said—“Return?”
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
O, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!
4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light!
Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way.
5 O, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joy divine.
Mrs. Steele.