Weary And Sad I Come, Lord, To Thee,
Low At Thy Feet I Fall;
Oh, Wilt Thou Hear My Penitent Plea,
As I Upon Thee Call?

Weary And Worn I Bring Unto Thee
My Load Of Sin And Care;
Lord, Thou Hast Suffered My Soul To Free,
Wilt Thou My Burdens Bear?

May Every Thought Of Self Now Depart
From This Poor Heart Of Mine;
And Wilt Thou Peace And Glory Impart—
Make Me Entirely Thine?

I Sink Beneath The All-Cleansing Wave,
Which Now By Faith I See;
Simply I Trust Thy Power To Save,
Oh, Let Me Rise In Thee.

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