Weary of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear and bow me to the rod,
For thee, not without hope, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A Friend before the throne of love.
O Jesus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek thy face:
Open thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
|First Line:||Weary of wandering from my God|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1749)|