Verse 1
O Saviour, cast a pitying eye,
A sinner at thy feet I lie,
And will not hence depart,
’Till thou regard my ceaseless moan;
O speak, and take away the stone,
The unbelieving heart:

Verse 2
’Till thou the mountain-load remove,
I groan beneath my want of love;
O hear my bitter cry:
Without thy love I cannot live,
Give, Jesu, friend of sinners, give
Me love, or else I die.

Verse 3
Dost thou not all my sufferings know,
Dost thou not see mine eyes o’erflow,
My lab’ring bosom move?
Why do I all this burthen bear?
Need I to thee the cause declare?
Thou knowst, I cannot love.

Verse 4
This is my sin and misery,
I always find thy love to me,
Seal’d by thy precious blood,
And yet I make thee no return,
I only for my baseness mourn,
I cannot love my God.

Verse 5
The world admire my mystic grief,
And torture me with vain relief,
And cruel kindness shew;
They bid me give my wailings o’er,
And weep and vex myself no more
For one they never knew.

Verse 6
My Father’s children feel my care,
With kind concern my cross they bear,
And in my sorrows join;
The suffering members sympathize,
And grieve my griefs, and sigh my sighs,
And mix their tears with mine.

Verse 7
But all in vain for me they grieve,
Their sufferings cannot mine relieve,
Or mitigate my pain:
No answer to their prayers they see,
And prevalent with God for me
They seem to pray in vain.

Verse 8
Thou then, O God, thine hand lay to,
And let me all the means look thro’,
And trust to thee alone,
To thee alone for all things trust,
And say, (let me be sav’d or lost)
Thine only will be done.