CCXCVI. O that my load of sin were gone!

1 O that my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit,
At Jesu' feet to lay it down!
To lay my soul at Jesu' feet.

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, 'till pure within,
'Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn to thee my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r;
My heart from ev'ry sin release:
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill my with thy perfect peace

6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay:
Appear, in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away.

Text Information
First Line: O that my load of sin were gone!
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
Topic: On Prayer
Source: Williston's selection
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