Oh, that my load of sin were gone; Oh, that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down-- To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Savior of all, if mine thou art, Give me the meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 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. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove; The cross all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 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. Charles Wesley, 1742. 233 Hebron. L.M. _Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493) Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here, on my heart, the burden lies And past offenses pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Charles Wesley, 1742. 234 Hebron. L.M. _Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494) Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, And still shook off my guilty fears; And vexed and urged, thee to depart, For many long rebellious years. 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all whoe'er thy grace received! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; 4 This only woe I deprecate; This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate; Nor curse me with this want of love. 5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. Charles Wesley, 1749. 235 Woodworth. L.M. _Coming in Humility._ (489) Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come! I come!