Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks
The words of life and peace;
Which 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.

Thou still art merciful and kind;
Thy mercy, Lord, reveal:
The broken heart ’tis Thou canst bind,
The wounded spirit heal.

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