Weary of Earth

Verse 1

Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, I look at heav'n and long to enter in; but there no evil thing may find a home; and yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."

Verse 2

So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand in the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.

Verse 3

The while I fain would tread the heav'nly way, evil is ever with me day by day; yet on my ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

Verse 4

It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; his are the hands stretched out to draw me near, and his the blood that can for all atone and set me faultless there before the throne.

Verse 5

O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear the lowliest garb of penitence and pray'r, that in the Father's courts my glorious dress may be the garment of thy righteousness.

Verse 6

Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; thine all the merits, mine the great reward; thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; mine the life won, and thine the life laid down.