He restoreth my soul! O most blessed, precious thought –
I was the straying lamb He so tenderly sought,
And brought safely back to the comfort of His fold,
Where the everlasting arms my every care consoled.
He restoreth my soul! though great my transgression,
On my behalf, Jesus speaks, in earnest intercession;
And who can doubt, for one moment, these prayers’ efficacy,
As, in His hands, feet and side, His wounds plead for me.
He restoreth my soul! despite the tempter’s sore attack,
From the byways of sin, God yet made a way back,
As this grieving penitent has joyously found restored
The sweet intimacy of close fellowship with the Lord.
He restoreth my soul! O wondrous compassion shown,
He never me did dismiss, cast off nor disown;
For He had plans for me, a unique role to fulfil,
Within the parameters of His all-wise, perfect will.
He restoreth my soul! He faithful did remain,
He gave me a fresh chance, He trusted me again,
As, through His Holy Spirit, He empowered me anew
To take up the special work He called me now to do.
He restoreth my soul! O what a vast debt I owe –
He’ll neither leave nor forsake me; He’ll never let me go;
The work in me He began, assuredly He’ll complete
At that day when all crowns are cast at Jesus’ feet.
© Ian Caughey