First Line: Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,

Weary of earth, 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 !

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land ?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear ?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near

3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way.
Seems evil ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall:
Repent, confess, and thou art loosed from all.

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,
His are the hands outstretched to
draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the Throne.

5 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.

6 Naught can I bring Thee, Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow :
Myself my gift, let my devotion prove,
Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love.