John 11: Senseless no more in sin I dwell

Senseless no more in sin I dwell.
But leave my guilty nature's tomb,
Thy Spirit's quickening virtue feel.
And forth at Thy command I come;
Yet bound I in Thy sight appear,
Of death the fatal tokens have,
And recent from the sepulchre,
Expect Thy farther power to save.

I wait till Thou my Lord repeat
And seal the word of pardoning love,
Loose by Thy word my hands and feet.
The bandage from my sight remove:
My God I then shall clearly see.
Perform the works of righteousness,
And walk in glorious liberty,
And run with joy the heavenly race.

If ministers Thy grace ordain
And use their instrumental power.
Yet Thee great Ransomer of men,
Thee only shall my soul adore:
Thy truth that makes me free indeed,
Thy word it is that sanctifies,
And faithful in Thy steps I tread.
To find my Life beyond the skies.