Penitence

Verse 1

Weary and sad I come, Lord, to Thee, Low at Thy feet I fall; Oh, wilt Thou hear my penitent plea, As I upon Thee call?

Verse 2

Weary and worn I bring unto Thee My load of sin and care; Lord, Thou hast suffered my soul to free, Wilt Thou my burdens bear?

Verse 3

May every thought of self now depart From this poor heart of mine; And wilt Thou peace and glory impart— Make me entirely Thine?

Verse 4

I sink beneath the all-cleansing wave, Which now by faith I see; Simply I trust Thy power to save, Oh, let me rise in Thee.