For One Convinced of Unbelief, Hymn 5

What tongue alas! can tell
The trouble and the grief,
The shame and fear I feel,
In hopeless unbelief!
In ceaseless groans
My soul bemoans
Its perfect misery:
Thou pardoning God,
Remove my load,
Or at Thy feet I die.

Why should I longer live
In unavailing pain?
Thy will is not to grieve
The helpless sons of men:
Send from above
Thy saving love,
And take me up on high:
Thou pardoning God,
Remove my load,
Or at Thy feet I die.

What shall a sinner say
Thy pity to incline?
In Jesu's name I pray
Forgive this soul of mine,
For Jesus' sake
Compassion take,
And freely justify;
Thou pardoning God,
Remove my load,
Or at Thy feet I die.

Father of mercies hear,
In answer to my moan,
Thy helpless mourner cheer,
And give me to Thy Son:
Till Thou restore
My peace and power,
This shall be all my cry,
Thou pardoning God,
Remove my load,
Or at Thy feet I die.