Religion
Weary alas! of living
From Hymns for Love · Osborn ed., vol. 8 (1870)
Weary alas! of living
A stranger to my Lord,
Yet still in darkness cleaving
To Thy most faithful word,
The blessing I implore,
The gift of righteousness,
And knock at mercy's door
And seek the promised grace.
Surrounded with temptations
I for Thy coming stay,
Possess my soul in patience,
And long to see Thy day:
O when shall Thy appearance
Bid all my troubles cease,
And crown my perseverance
With true, eternal peace?
O could I once behold Thee
The joy of those above,
In arms of faith enfold Thee
The object of my love.
With humblest adoration
I should my soul resign,
And glory in salvation
Through endless ages mine!
Why should I live another day
Without my Saviour's love?
Otake this heart of stone away.
This mountain-sin remove:
Whate'er retards Thy faithful word.
And keeps me still unbless'd,
A stranger to my pardoning Lord,
My soul's eternal Rest.
What can the' Omnipotent withstand.
Or cross Thy sovereign will?
Thy own desire, Thy own command,
Jesus, in me fulfil;
Who didst a Man of grief appear,
Who hast for sinners died,
The end of all Thy sufiferings here
See, and be satisfied.
Appear as crucified for me,
The purchase of Thy blood;
To get Thyself the victory,
Come, O my Lord, my God;
To make Thy depths of mercy known
Thy Spirit now impart,
And break by Thy expiring groan,
And take my broken heart.
It must, alas! continue whole
Till I my Saviour see.
As pouring out His spotless soul,
As dying on the tree:
That piteous spectacle alone
My flinty heart can move.
And turn to flesh the soften'd stone,
And melt me into love.
Come then. Thou slaughter'd Lamb Divine,
Thy bleeding wounds display,
And seize to-day this heart of mine
While it is call'd to-day:
A time to Thee I would not set.
Yet at Thy cross I bow,
Restless, resign'd. Thy coming wait,
And long to meet Thee now.
Thou art not slack to keep Thy word,
O help my unbeHef,
Make haste to help Thy servant, Lord,
And end my sin and grief;
This moment, if Thy time is come,
Inspire the heavenly grace,
And take my loving spirit home
To see Thy blissful face.
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