Long have our souls been tempest-tost;
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
Heber.
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L. M.
The hour of worship.
Blest hour, when mortal man retires
To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost;
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
Heber.
L. M.
The hour of worship.
Blest hour, when mortal man retires
To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,