Peace Restored

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

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

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!

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

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

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.

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