By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 JESU, the sinner's friend, to thee,
      Lost and undone, for aid I flee,
      Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
      Open thine arms and take me in.

      2 Pity, and heal my sin-sick soul;
      'Tis thou alone canst make me whole;
      Fallen, till in me thine image shine,
      And cursed I am, till thou art mine.

      3 Awake, the woman's conquering Seed,
      Awake and bruise the serpent's head;
      Tread down thy foes, with power control
      The beast and devil in my soul.

      4 The mansion for thyself prepare,
      Dispose my heart by entering there;
      'Tis this alone can make me clean,
      'Tis this alone can cast out sin.

      5 At last I own it cannot be
      That I should fit myself for thee;
      Here then to thee I all resign,
      Thine is the work, and only thine.

      6 What shall I say thy grace to move?
      Lord, I am sin, but thou art love:
      I give up every plea beside,
      "Lord, I am damned, but thou hast died."