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Weary
of
Earth,
and
Laden
with
My
Sin
ly
I
ly
to
my
wild,
hear!
way
stand
sin,
death
I
en
the
that
heav'n
hope
with
the
sus
He
is
while
vile
ry
I
who
the
I
of
1.
Wea
So
5.
'Twas
4.
It
3.
The
2.
and
me
of
would
how
on
Je
tread
dare
lad
fain
found
voice
am,
earth,
draw
ho
Fa
day
ter
ther's
me
by
ly
to
that
en
the
to
me
child,
near,
day;
land?
in,
And
His
Seems
In
made
are
e
the
look
I
of
stretched
er
ry
and
Heav'n,
out
with
of
long
me
the
vil
pure
at
heir
hands
ev
Heav'n
glo
a
soul
all
tid
throne
find
home—
may
a
ings
ap
fall,
my
for
cious
that
may
live,
tone,
pear?
day
His
on
fore
there
the
by
the
mine
no
But
And
And
Yet
Be
where
that
the
ness
vil
by
can
gra
of
thing
blood
day,
ears
white
e
will
the
from
me
me
all.
to
near.
Come.
draw
bids
loosed
don,
be
be
and
fore
give.
throne.
eth
set
pent,
there
yet
I
that
His
me
con
are
Giv
And
Re
Yet
And
voice
out
of
less
thou
stretched
a
par
there
shalt
hands
grace
fault
fess,
hear
6.
O great Absolver! grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
7.
Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord!
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down!
8.
Naught can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart, what it can, bestow;
Like that sweet nard, let my devotion prove,
Greatly forgiven, how greatly I love.
Samuel
John
Stone,
1866
EVENTIDE 10.10.10.10
William
H.
Monk,
1861
Weary of Earth, and Laden with My Sin
sin,
stand
way
pure
made
are
e
the
look
heir
hands
ev
glo
Heav'n
at
me
the
vil
Seems
In
I
hear!
His
wild,
And
of
stretched
er
ry
and
of
who
the
I
I
He
is
while
found
voice
fain
am,
earth,
3.
The
2.
So
1.
Wea
It
vile
ry
5.
'Twas
4.
death
that
heav'n
hope
with
the
sus
the
I
en
ly
ly
I
to
my
dare
lad
me
of
would
how
and
tread
Je
on
my
for
cious
that
may
may
a
ings
ap
a
soul
all
tid
throne
find
where
that
the
ness
vil
by
can
gra
of
thing
live,
tone,
fall,
pear?
home—
ho
Fa
draw
day
ter
en
child,
near,
day;
land?
in,
ther's
me
by
ly
the
to
me
that
to
Heav'n,
out
with
of
long
by
the
mine
the
no
day
His
on
fore
there
day,
blood
ears
white
e
And
And
Yet
Be
But
will
the
from
me
me
all.
to
near.
Come.
draw
bids
loosed
don,
be
be
and
fore
give.
throne.
eth
set
pent,
there
yet
I
that
His
me
con
are
Giv
And
Re
Yet
And
voice
out
of
less
thou
stretched
a
par
there
shalt
hands
grace
fault
fess,
hear
6.
O great Absolver! grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
7.
Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord!
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down!
8.
Naught can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart, what it can, bestow;
Like that sweet nard, let my devotion prove,
Greatly forgiven, how greatly I love.
Samuel
John
Stone,
1866
EVENTIDE 10.10.10.10
William
H.
Monk,
1861
1. Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, I look at Heav'n and long to enter in, But there no evil thing may find a home— And yet I hear a voice that bids me Come.
2. So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
3. The while I fain would tread the heav'nly way Seems evil ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.
4. It is the voice of Jesus that I hear! His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne.
5. 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of Heav'n, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Giveth His grace of pardon, and will give.
6. O great Absolver! grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
7. Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord! Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down!
8. Naught can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe, Yet let my full heart, what it can, bestow; Like that sweet nard, let my devotion prove, Greatly forgiven, how greatly I love.
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