Waiting for Redemption, Hymn 4

Jesus, Thou all-redeeming Lord,
Who preachest still the gospel word
In these Thy Spirit's days,
My helpless soul with pity see,
And set me now at liberty
By justifying grace.

Where two or three Thy presence claim,
Assembled in Thy saving name,
Thy saving power is near:
Sure as Thou art in heaven above,
Thou in the Spirit of Thy love,
And God in Thee is here.

See then, with eyes of mercy see
My desperate grief, and misery,
My sore distress, and pain,
In all the impotence of sin
My fallen soul for years hath been,
And bound with Satan's chain.

My strong propensity to ill
My carnal mind and crooked will
To only evil prone,
My downward appetite I find,
My spirit, soul, and flesh inclined
To earth, and earth alone.

Myself alas! I cannot raise,
Or lift my heart in prayer, or praise,
Or rectify my will,
I own, cut off from human hope,
To lift a fallen spirit up
With man impossible.

But O! Thou seest my desperate case:
Pronounce the word of pardoning grace:
And call me, Lord, to Thee,
Inspeak the power into my heart,
And say this moment, " Loosed thou art
From thine infirmity."

Lay but Thine hand upon my soul,
And instantaneously made whole
My soul by faith shall rise,
Shall rise by faith and upright stand,
And answer all Thy just command
In all its faculties.

Straight as the rule, the written word,
My soul in righteousness restored
Thine image shall retrieve,
That ancient rectitude Divine,
And in a land of darkness shine,
And to Thy glory live.

A child of faithful Abraham I,
On Thy redeeming love rely
For life and liberty;
And ought I not the grace to' obtain,
Released from sin and Satan's chain,
Who trust on only Thee.

Thine, Jesus, Thine alone I am;
And ought I not my Lord to claim,
With all Thy righteousness?
I ought — I do Thy love receive,
And now Thou dost my sins forgive,
And bid my bondage cease.

The Sabbath of my soul I see,
The day of gospel liberty,
No more enthrall'd, oppress'd;
And lo! in holiness I rise,
To claim the rest of paradise,
And heaven's eternal rest!