Verse 1
Weary of this daily dying,
Crush’d with my own misery,
Lord, thou hear’st thy creature crying
After real life in thee:
Friend of helpless sinners, ease me
By thy last distresful cries,
By thy mortal pangs release me
From the death that never dies.

Verse 2
Guilt my troubled spirit harrows,
Gives to death his dread array,
Points his sting, and wings his arrows,
Arms him with his power to slay:
Only thy tremendous passion
Can my fears and sins controul,
Save from endless condemnation,
Pacify my ransom’d soul.

Verse 3
O might that revealing Spirit
Take of thine and shew to me,
Shew thy all-redeeming merit,
Thy eternal deity,
While beneath my burthen groaning
I my unbelief confess,
Shew my heart the blood atoning,
Bid me then depart in peace.