Tired with the greatness of my way,
FromHim I would no longer stray,
Bur rest inJesus have:
Weary of sin, from sin would cease,
Weary of mine own righteousness,
And stoop, myself to save.
Weary of passions unsubdued,
Weary of vows in vain renewed,
Of forms without the power,
Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans,
My fainting soul in silence owns
I can hold out no more.
|First Line:||Tired with the greatness of my way|
|Meter:||8 8.6. D.|
|Notes:||Suggested tune: PEMBROKE, No. 282|