Jesus, pitying Saviour, hear me, Draw Thou near me, Turn Thee, Lord, in grace to me; For Thou knowst all my sorrow, Night and morrow Doth my cry go up to Thee. | Sin of courage hath bereft me, And hath left me Scarce a spark of faith or hope; Bitter tears my heart oft sheddeth As it dreadeth I am past Thy mercy's scope. | Peace I cannot find, oh take me, Lord, and make me From the yoke of evil free; Calm this longing never-sleeping, Still my weeping, Grant me hope once more in Thee. | Lord, wilt Thou be wroth for ever? Oh deliver Me from all I most deserved; 'Tis Thyself, dear Lord, hast sought me, Thou hast taught me Thee to seek from whom I swerved. | Thou, my God and King, hast known me, Yet hast shown me True and loving is Thy will; Though my heart from Thee oft ranges, Through its changes, Lord, Thy love is faithful still. | Bless my trials thus to sever Me for ever From the love of self and sin; Let me through them see Thee clearer, Find Thee nearer, Grow more like to Thee within. | In the patience that Thou lendest All Thou sendest I embrace, I will be still; Bend this stubborn heart, I pray Thee, To obey Thee, Calmly waiting on Thy will. | Here I bring my will, oh take it, Thine, Lord, make it, Calm this troubled heart of mine; In Thy strength I too may conquer, Wait no longer, Show in me Thy grace Divine. | |