Weary of Wandering From My God
Charles Wesley, 1749
|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.