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Weary
of
Earth,
and
Laden
with
My
Sin
to
I
my
ly
way
stand
sin,
ly
I
en
the
death
that
heav'n
hope
with
the
sus
wild,
hear!
vile
ry
while
who
I
I
of
He
is
3.
5.
'Twas
4.
It
the
The
2.
So
1.
Wea
me
of
would
how
and
on
Je
tread
dare
lad
voice
fain
am,
earth,
found
ly
me
ter
by
day;
land?
in,
ther's
that
to
me
Fa
draw
day
ho
en
the
to
child,
near,
the
look
e
And
His
Seems
In
I
me
vil
pure
at
made
are
the
of
stretched
er
ry
and
Heav'n,
out
with
of
long
hands
ev
Heav'n
glo
heir
ap
a
ings
home—
a
may
may
that
all
tid
throne
find
soul
my
for
cious
live,
tone,
fall,
pear?
His
on
fore
there
day
And
And
Yet
Be
the
mine
the
no
But
by
the
where
that
ness
vil
by
can
gra
of
thing
day,
ears
white
e
blood
me
me
the
Come.
from
will
don,
be
be
to
that
and
fore
loosed
draw
bids
give.
throne.
all.
near.
are
I
eth
set
pent,
there
yet
Giv
And
Re
Yet
And
of
less
thou
stretched
a
shalt
par
there
me
out
voice
hands
hear
His
con
fault
fess,
grace
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
TOULON 10.10.10.10
Genevan
Psalter,
1551
Weary of Earth, and Laden with My Sin
vil
pure
at
look
e
the
made
are
heir
hands
ev
glo
Heav'n
the
me
wild,
hear!
way
stand
sin,
And
His
Seems
In
I
of
stretched
er
ry
and
who
the
I
I
of
He
is
while
vile
ry
found
voice
fain
am,
earth,
The
2.
So
1.
Wea
3.
5.
'Twas
4.
It
en
the
sus
the
I
I
ly
my
to
death
that
heav'n
hope
with
ly
me
of
would
how
and
on
Je
tread
dare
lad
may
tid
throne
find
my
for
cious
that
may
a
ings
ap
a
all
soul
that
where
the
ness
vil
by
can
gra
of
thing
live,
tone,
fall,
pear?
home—
Fa
draw
day
ho
en
the
to
me
that
child,
near,
day;
land?
in,
to
ther's
me
by
ly
ter
out
Heav'n,
with
of
long
by
the
mine
the
no
day
His
on
fore
there
ears
day,
blood
white
e
Yet
Be
But
And
And
me
me
the
Come.
from
will
don,
be
be
to
that
and
fore
loosed
draw
bids
give.
throne.
all.
near.
are
I
eth
set
pent,
there
yet
Giv
And
Re
Yet
And
of
less
thou
stretched
a
shalt
par
there
me
out
voice
hands
hear
His
con
fault
fess,
grace
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
TOULON 10.10.10.10
Genevan
Psalter,
1551
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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