Weary of Wandering from My God

Weary of wan­der­ing from my God

And now made will­ing to re­turn

I hear and bow me to the rod

For thee

not with­out hope

I mourn:

I have an ad­vo­cate above

A friend be­fore the throne of love.

O Je­sus

full of truth and grace

More full of grace than I of sin

Yet once again I seek Thy face:

Open Thine arms and take me in

And free­ly my back­slid­ings heal

And love the faith­less sin­ner still.

Thou know’st the way to bring me back

My fall­en spirit to re­store

O for Thy truth and mer­cy’s sake

Forgive

and bid me sin no more:

The ru­ins of my soul re­pair

And make my heart a house of pray­er.

The stone to flesh again con­vert

The veil of sin again re­move;

Sprinkle Thy blood up­on my heart

And melt it by Thy dy­ing love;

This re­bel heart by love sub­due

And make it soft

and make it new.

Give to mine eyes re­fresh­ing tears

And kin­dle my re­lent­ings now;

Fill my whole soul with fi­li­al fears

To Thy sweet yoke my spir­it bow;

Bend by Thy grace

O bend or break

The ir­on si­new in my neck!

Ah! give me

Lord

the ten­der heart

That trem­bles at the ap­proach of sin;

A god­ly fear of sin im­part

Implant

and root it deep with­in

That I may dread Thy gra­cious pow­er

And nev­er dare to of­fend Thee more.