Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
2Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
25. 11s. M. Edmeston.
The House of God.
1There's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat,