Text: | The pressure of Sin |
1 O that my load of sin were gone--
O that I could at last submit,
At Jesus' feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb,
The God of my salvation see?
Weary, O Lord, thou know'st I am,
Yet still I cannot come to thee,
3 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Savior, if mine indeed thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
4 I would (but thou must give the pow'r)
My heart were from ts sins releas'd;
O let me see that happy hour,
'Twill fill my soul with heav'nly peace.
5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Let not my Jesus long delay,
Appear in my poor heart, appear,
My God, my Savior, come I pray.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O that my load of sin were gone |
Title: | The pressure of Sin |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Sin: Pressure of |