Verse 1
Weary of wandring from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow me to the rod,
For him, not without hope, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A friend before the throne of love.
Verse 2
O Jesu, full of pardning grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek thy face.
Open thine arms and take me in,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
Verse 3
Thou knowst the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O for thy truth and mercy sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more,
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart an house of prayer.
Verse 4
The stone to flesh again convert,
The veil of sin once more remove,
Drop thy warm blood upon my heart,
And melt it with thy dying love:
This rebel-heart by love subdue,
And make it soft, and make it new.
Verse 5
Give to mine eyes refreshing tears,
And kindle my relentings now,
Fill all my soul with filial fears,
To thy sweet yoke my spirit, bow,
Bend by thy grace, O bend, or break
The iron sinew in my neck.
Verse 6
Ah! Give me, Lord, the tender heart,
That trembles at the approach of sin,
A godly fear of sin impart,
Implant, and root it deep within,
That I may dread thy gracious power,
And never dare offend thee more.