The Hymnal ‎#129

129. Weary of self, and laden with my sin

Weary of self, and laden with my sin,
I look at heaven and long to enter in,
But there no evil thing may find a home:
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."

The while I fain would tread the heavenly way
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall:
"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And his the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.

'Twas he who found me on the deathly wild,
And he made me heir of heaven, the Father's child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me his grace of pardon, and will give.

O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer
That in the Father's courts my glorious
May be the garment of thy righteousness.

Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Weary of self, and laden with my sin
• Author: Samuel J. Stone (1866)
• Meter: Four 10's
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1916
• Topic: Ash Wednesday and Lent; Parochial Missions

Tune Information

• Name: LANGRAN
• Composer: James Langran (1862)
• Meter: Four 10's
• Incipit: 31235 43321 33252
• Key: F Major