Verse 1
Stupendous love of God Most-High!
He comes to meet us from the sky
In mildest majesty,
Full of unutterable grace
He calls the weary, burthen’d race,
Come all for help to Me.

Verse 2
Tir’d with the greatness of my way,
From Him I would no longer stray,
But rest in Jesus have,
Weary of sin, from sin would cease,
Weary of my own righteousness,
And stoop [strip?] myself to save.

Verse 3
Weary of passions unsubdued,
Weary of vows in vain renew’d,
Of forms without the power,
Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans,
My fainting soul in silence owns
I can hold out no more.

Verse 4
Beneath this mountain-load of grief,
Of guilt, and desperate unbelief,
Jesus, thy creature see,
With all my nature’s weight opprest,
I sink, I die for want of rest,
Yet cannot come to Thee.

Verse 5
Mine utter helplesness I feel;
But Thou who gav’st the feeble will,
Th’ effectual grace supply:
Be Thou my strength, my light, my way,
And bid my soul the call obey,
And to thy bosom fly.

Verse 6
Fulfil thine own intense desire,
And power into my heart inspire,
The power of faith and love;
Then, Saviour, then to Thee I come,
And find on earth the life, the home,
The rest of saints above.