1 Jesus, the Sinner’s Friend, to thee,
Lost and undone for Aid I flee,
Weary of Earth, myself, and Sin,
Open thine Arms and take me in.
2 Pity and heal my Sin-sick Soul,
’Tis Thou alone canst make me whole;
Fall'n, till in me thine Image shine,
And curst I am till thou art mine.
3 Hear, Jesus, hear my helpless Cry,
O save a Wretch condemn'd to die:
The Sentence in myself I feel,
And all my Nature teems with Hell.
4 When shall Concupiscence and Pride,
No more my tortur'd Heart divide?
When shall this Agony be o'er,
And the old Adam rage no more?
5 Awake, the Woman's conquering Seed,
Awake, and bruise the Serpent's Head:
Tread down thy Foes, with Power controul,
The Beast and Devil in my Soul.
6 The Mansion for thyself prepare,
Dispose my Heart by ent'ring there;
'Tis this alone can make me clean,
'Tis this alone can cast out Sin.
7 Long have I hop'd and vainly strove,
To force my Hardness into Love;
To give thee all thy Laws require,
And labour'd in the purging Fire.
8 Frail, dark, impure I still remain,
Nor hope to break my Nature's Chain;
The fond self-emptying Scheme is past,
And lo! constrain'd I yield at last.
9 At last I own it cannot be,
That I should fit myself for thee:
Here then to thee I all resign,
Thine is the Work, and only thine.
10 No more to lift my Eyes I dare,
Abandon'd to a just Despair,
I have my Punishment in View,
I feel a thousand Hells my Due.
11 What shall I say thy Grace to move?
Lord I am Sin, but Thou art Love;
I give up ev'ry Plea beside.
Lord I am damn'd, - but thou hast died!
Source: A Choice Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs: intended for the edification of sincere Christians of all denominations #XII