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.

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.

Thou Knowest 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.