389. Weary of earth, and laden with my sin

1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look to heaven, 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 heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day be 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 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild;
And made me heir of Heaven, the Father's child;
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Weary of earth, and laden with my sin
Author: Samuel J. Stone (1866)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1899
Topic: Self Abasement; Confession of Sin; Contrition (5 more...)
Tune Information
Name: LANGRAN
Composer: James Langran
Meter: 10s



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