Weary with My Load of Sin

Weary with my load of sin

All dis­eased and faint with­in

See me

Lord

Thy grace en­treat

See me pros­trate at Thy feet:

Here be­fore Thy cross I lie

Here I live or here I die.

I have tried

and tried in vain

Many ways to ease my pain;

Now all other hope is past

Only this is left at last:

Here be­fore Thy cross I lie

Here I live and here I die.

If I per­ish

be it here

With the Friend of sin­ners near;

Lord

it is enough—I know

Never sin­ner per­ished so.

Here be­fore Thy cross I lie

Here I can­not

can­not die.