Classic Poem

A sinner was wand'ring 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 a sweet song:
Jesus, lover of my soul
Let me to thy bosom fly,
He stop'd and listened to ev'ry sweet chord,
He remember'd the time he once loved the Lord;
Come on! says the tempter, come on with the throng,
But hark! from the church again swells the song:
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high

Oh, tempter, depart,
I have served thee too long!
I fly to the Saviour,
He dwells in that song,
O 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.
I come, Lord, I come:
Thou'lt forgive the dark past,
And oh, receive my soul at last.