First Line: A sinner was wandering at eventide,

A sinner was wandering at eventide,
His tempter was watching close by at his side ;
In his heart raged a battle for right against wrong —
But hark ! from the church he hears the sweet song :
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly.

2 He stopped and listened to every sweet chord,
He remembered the time he once loved the Lord :
with the throng —
But hark ! from the church again swells the song:
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high.

3 Oh, tempter, depart, I have served thee too long;
I fly to the Saviour, He dwells in that song:
Lord, can it be that a sinner like me
May find a sweet refuge by coming to Thee?
Other refuge have I none ;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee.
1 come, Lord, I come; Thou'lt forgive
the dark past, and
Oh, receive my soul at last