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.