1 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Guilty, helpless and undone;
Wearied, and by sin oppressed,
Burdened with a heart of stone;
I against Thee have rebelled,
Suffered earth my love to win;
From my birth Thou hast beheld
Me the willing slave of sin.
2 When Thy Spirit gently strove
To reclaim my erring heart,
Urging me my God to love,
Urging me from sin to part,—
I that blessed Spirit drove
Rashly from this wretched breast;
Would not seek the joys above,
Nor accept the proffered rest.
3 O abused and slighted Lord,
Can’st Thou such a heart receive?
Yes, Thou can’st; for Thy own word
Calls me still to come and live;
Lord, I come; O make me Thine;
Cleanse my soul and set me free;
Gladly do I sin resign,
Joyfully return to Thee.