Verse 1
Penitents the Saviour chears,
Who beneath their burthen droop,
Wipes away the mourner’s tears,
Lifts the poor backsliders up;
Griev’d at having left our Lord,
While we after Jesus pine,
He the comfortable word
Sends to Peter’s heart, and mine.
Verse 2
Me, the vile deserter me,
Christ whom I denied, forsook,
Kindly calls his face to see,
Bids me to my Saviour look,
Token of his rise he gives,
Takes my fears and sins away,
Tells my heart, Again he lives,
Ever lives for me to pray.