Verse 1
Weary of my sad complaining
Must I with my Saviour part?
Yield, that sin should always reign in
This poor feeble wretched heart!
Must I give the contest over,
Must I sink beneath my load,
Calling on the earth to cover
A despairing sinner’s blood?
Verse 2
No, I will not cease from crying,
Not ’till Tophet takes me in,
Still I pray, tho’ sinking, dying,
Save me, save me, Lord, from sin,
Bring me thro’ my sore temptation;
Or if I must see the pit,
Perish in thine indignation,—
Let me perish at thy feet.