By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s.
      1 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.

      2 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.

      3 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.

      4 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.

      5 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!

      6 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.