Peace Restored

I

Oh! speak that gracious word again,
And cheer my drooping heart;
No voice but thine can soothe my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.

II

And canst thou still vouchsafe to own
A wretch so vile as I?
And may I still approach thy throne,
And Abba, Father, cry?

III

Oh then let saints and angels join,
And help me to proclaim
The grace that heal’d a breach like mine,
And put my foes to shame!

IV

How oft did Satan’s cruel boast
My troubled soul affright!
He told me I was surely lost,
And God had left me quite.

V

Guilt made me fear, lest all were true
The lying tempter said;
But now the Lord appears in view⁠—
My enemy is fled.

VI

My Saviour, by his powerful word,
Has turn’d my night to day;
And his salvation’s joys restored
Which I had sinn’d away.

VII

Dear Lord, I wonder and adore,
Thy grace is all divine;
Oh! keep me that I sin no more
Against such love as thine!