Hymn 87

God dwells with the humble and penitent. Isa. 47:15,16. Thus saith the high and lofty One: "I sit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity. "But I descend to worlds below, On earth I have a mansion too; The humble spirit and contrite Is an abode of my delight. "The humble soul my words revive, I bid the mourning sinner live, Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind. ["When I contend against their sin, I make them know how vile they've been; But should my wrath for ever smoke, Their souls would sink beneath my stroke."] O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair, and die! Thus shall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy chast'ning love.