1 Thou Saviour of the sinsick soul,
Thou Refuge in distress,
When doubt's dark billows near me roll,
Close to thy side I press.
2 The burdened heart must seek in vain
For merit of its own;
There's freedom from each crimson stain
In thee, and thee alone.
3 Let him who feels his load of guilt
Strive not its weight to bear;
The hopes that man on self has built
Are doomed to dark despair.
4 But thou, O Christ, whose blood was shed
For all who plead its power,
Wilt lift the load that bows the head
In deep contrition's hour!
5 Thy tender heart has felt the weight
Of sins that were not thine,
And lo! within that burden great
I view these sins of mine.
6 'Tis faith that points them out to me
When, fainting 'neath the load,
I turn my longing eyes to thee,
Far up the narrow road.
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #377