Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), Hymn 9

In weariness and pain,
By griefs and sins oppress'd,
I turn me to my rest again,
My soul's eternal rest;
The Lamb that died for me,
And still my load doth bear;

To Jesu's streaming wounds I flee,
And find my quiet there.
Jesus, was ever grief,
Was ever love like Thine!
Thy sorrow, Lord, is my relief,
Thy life hath ransom'd mine.
The Crucified appears!

I see the dying God!
O might I pour my ceaseless tears,
And mix them with Thy blood!

My sorrows I forget
In view of Calvary;
I fall, and kiss Thy bleeding feet,
And pant to share with Thee:

O were I offer'd up
Upon Thy sacrifice!

Who would not drink that sacred cup,
And die when Jesus dies!
Thou seest my heart's desire,
I would Thy cross partake;
I long to be baptized with fire,
And die for Thy dear sake;
I long to rise with Thee,
And soar to things above,
And spend a blest eternity
In praise of dying love.