1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look at heav'n and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home;
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."
2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
3 The while I fain would tread the heav'nly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."
4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And his the blood that can for all atone
And set me faultless there before the throne.
5 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of thy righteousness.
6 Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down.
|First Line:||Weary of earth, and laden with my sin|
|Author:||Samuel J. Stone (1866, rev. 1868)|
|Meter:||10. 10. 10. 10.|
|Topic:||Christ: Atoning work of; Christian Life: The Forgivness of Sins; Confession of Sin(3 more...)|