Open, Lord, my inward ear: The same

I Will hearken what my Lord
Shall say concerning me:
Hast Thou not a gracious word
For one that waits on Thee?
Speak it to my soul, that I
May in Thee have peace and power,
Never from my Saviour fly,
And never grieve Thee more.

How have I Thy Spirit grieved,
Since first with me He strove!
Obstinately disbelieved,
And trampled on Thy love!
I have sinn'd against the light,
I have broke from Thy embrace;
No, I would not, when I might,
Be freely saved by grace.

After all that I have done
To drive Thee from my heart,
Still Thou wilt not leave Thine own,
Thou wilt not yet depart,
Wilt not give the sinner o'er:
Ready art Thou now to save,
Bidd'st me come, as heretofore,
That I Thy life may have.

O Thou meek and gentle Lamb,
Fury is not in Thee;
Thou continuest the same,
And still Thy grace is free;
Still Thy arms are open wide,
Wretched sinners to receive;
Thou hast once for sinners died,
That all may turn and live.

Lo! I take Thee at Thy word,
My foolishness I mourn;
Unto Thee, my bleeding Lord,
However late, I turn:
Yes; I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to Thy speaking blood,
Me with all my sins I cast
On my atoning God.

Freely am I justified,
And till my heart is pure
In Thy wounds will I abide,
From hell and sin secure;
What of sin in me remains
I believe Thou wilt remove,
Throughly wash out all my stains,
And perfect me in love.