O Jesus, the rest of spirits distressed, receive a lost sinner

Verse 1
O Jesus, the rest
Of spirits distrest,
Receive a lost sinner that flies to thy breast:
Long tost on a sea
Of trouble, I flee
To find an asylum, and pardon in thee.

Verse 2
Heavy laden with sin
For years I have been,
And harass’d to death with the tempest within:
The cause I confess
Of my outward distress,
And feel that in sin I can never have peace.

Verse 3
Compell’d tho’ I am
To call on thy name,
Yet give me not up to my sorrow and shame,
To the evil I fear,
The punishment near,
The righteous reward of my wickedness here.

Verse 4
With penitent sighs
I lift up mine eyes,
And groan for an answer of peace from the skies:
This aching and smart,
I know, shall depart,
If the Lamb will but sprinkle his blood on my heart.

Verse 5
One drop of thy blood
Shall remove all my load,
And bring me again to my pacified God;
One drop shall o’erthrow
My accuser and foe,
And make my glad heart with the comfort o’erflow.

Verse 6
Come then at my call,
Thou Saviour of all,
And redeem me again from my sorrow and thrall,
From all evil set free,
Who hast answer’d for me,
And O! Let me live, let me die unto thee!

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in Hymns and Sacred Poems Vol. 1, published by Charles Wesley (Bristol: Felix Farley, 1749). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 4 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1869), page 364.
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