Awaked from sin’s delusive sleep,

My heavy guilt I feel, and weep;

Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,

I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.

2 Now, from thy throne of grace above,

Look down upon my soul in love;

That smile shall sweeten all my pain,

And make my soul rejoice again.

3 By thy divine, transforming power,

My ruined nature now restore;

And let my life and temper shine,

In blest resemblance, Lord! to thine.