A Choice Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XI

XI. Weary of struggling with my Pain

1 Weary of struggling with my Pain,
Hopeless to burst my nature's Chain:
Hardly I give the Contest o'er,
I seek to free myself no more.

2 From my own Works at last I cease,
God that creates must seal my Peace;
Fruitless my Toil and vain my Care,
And all my Fitness is Despair.

3 Lord I despair myself to heal,
I see my Sin but cannot feel;
I cannot, till my Spirit blow,
And bid th' obedient Waters flow.

4 'Tis thine a Heart of flesh to give,
Thy Gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign,
To draw, redeem, and seal is thine.

5 With simple Truth to thee I call,
My Light, my Life, my Lord, my all:
I wait the moving of the Pool,
I wait the Word that speaks me whole.

6 Speak, gracious Lord, my Sickness cure,
Make my infected Nature pure;
Peace, Righteousness, and Joy impart,
And pour thyself into my Heart.

Text Information

• First Line: Weary of struggling with my Pain
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1774

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