By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Matthew xi. 28
      1 O THAT my load of sin were gone
      O that I could at last submit
      At Jesu's feet to lay it down,
      To lay my soul at Jesu's feet!.

      2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb,
      The God of my salvation see?
      Weary, O Lord, thou know'st I am,
      Yet still I cannot come to thee.

      3 Rest for my soul I long to find:
      Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
      Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
      And stamp thine image on my heart.

      4 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
      And fully set my spirit free;
      I cannot rest till pure within,
      Till I am wholly lost in thee.

      5 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
      Thy light and easy burden prove,
      The cross, all stained with hallowed blood,
      The labour of thy dying love.

      6 I would; but thou must give the power,
      My heart from every sin release;
      Bring near, bring near, the joyful hour,
      And fill me with thy perfect peace.

      7 Come, Lord! the drooping sinner cheer,
      Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;
      Appear, in my poor heart appear!
      My God, my Saviour, come away!