The God of grace delights to hear

The God of grace delights to hear
The plaintive cry, the humble prayer;
Nor shall the weakest saint complain
That he has sought the Lord in vain.

With power to Jacob's seed he speaks;
His word the heart asunder breaks;
While grace the rage of sin controls,
And deep repentance melts their souls.

"Seek ye my face," Jehovah cries;
With joy the contrite heart replies,
"Thy face I seek; with power descend,
From every foe my soul defend!"

A bleeding Christ is all they plead,
And all that guilty sinners need;
In whose dear name their fervent cries
Before the Lord like incense rise.