1 Oh, that my load of sin were gone!
Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!
2 Rest for my soul I long to find:
Saviour, if mine indeed Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp Thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot res till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.
4 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God,
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood
The labor of Thy dying love.
5 I would; but Thou must give the power.
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with Thy perfect peace.
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First Line: | Oh, that my load of sin were gone! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Change of Heart; Christians: their life and experience; Conversion(8 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: C. Wesley |