Lo What A Rapturous Joy Possessed
Lo! what a rapturous joy possest
The tender parent’s throbbing breast,
To see his spendthrift son return,
And hear him his past follies mourn.
Thus our bless’d Saviour wont despise
The contrite heart for sacrifice;
The deep-fetch’d sigh, the secret groan,
Rises accepted to his throne.
He meets, with tokens of his grace
The trembling lip, the blushing face;
His bowels yearn when sinners pray,
And mercy bears their sins away.
When fill’d with grief, o’erwhelm’d with shame,
He, pitying, heals their broken frame;
He hears their sad complaints, and spies
His image in their weeping eyes.