I love the voice di­vine that speaks
The words of life and peace,
That bids the pe­ni­tent re­joice,
And sin and sor­row cease.

No heal­ing balm on earth like this,
Can cheer the con­trite heart;
No flat­ter­ing dreams of earth­ly bliss
Such pure de­light im­part.

How mer­ci­ful and kind Thou art
Thy good­ness to re­veal;
Bind up, O Lord, the brok­en heart,
The wound­ed spi­rit heal.

Let Thy bright pre­sence, Lord, re­store
Peace to the anx­ious breast;
Conduct me in the path that leads
To ev­er­last­ing rest.