Come, Ye That Fear the Lord
Samuel Stennett, 1727-1795
Come, ye that fear the Lord,
And listen, while I tell
How narrowly my feet escaped
The snares of death and hell.
The flattering joys of sense
Assailed my foolish heart,
While Satan with malicious skill
Guided the poisonous dart.
I fell beneath the stroke,
But fell to rise again;
My anguish roused me into life,
And pleasure sprung from pain.
Darkness and shame and grief,
Oppressed my gloomy mind;
I looked around me for relief,
But no relief could find.
At length to God I cried;
He heard my plaintive sigh;
He heard, and instantly He sent
Salvation from on high.
My drooping head He raised;
My bleeding wounds He healed;
Pardoned my sins, and, with a smile,
The gracious pardon sealed.
Oh, may I never forget
The mercy of my God;
Nor ever want a tongue to spread
His loudest praise abroad.
