Verse 1
What tongue alas! Can tell
The trouble and the grief,
The shame and fear I feel,
In hopeless unbelief!
In ceaseless groans
My soul bemoans
Its perfect misery:
Thou pardning God,
Remove my load,
Or at thy feet I die.
Verse 2
Why should I longer live
In unavailing pain?
Thy will is not to grieve
The helpless sons of men:
Send from above
Thy saving love,
And take me up on high,
Thou pard’ning God,
Remove my load,
Or at thy feet I die.
Verse 3
What shall a sinner say
Thy pity to incline?
In Jesu’s name I pray
Forgive this soul of mine,
For Jesus’ sake
Compassion take,
And freely justify,
Thou pardning God,
Remove my load,
Or at thy feet I die.
Verse 4
Father of mercies hear,
In answer to my moan,
Thy helpless mourner chear,
And give me to thy Son;
’Till thou restore
My peace and power,
This shall be all my cry,
Thou pardning God,
Remove my load,
Or at thy feet I die.