Weary of Earth,
and Laden


Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look at heaven, and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home,
And yet I hear a voice that bids me, "Come!"

So vile am I, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of the promised land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.

The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Seems evil ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall:
"Believe, repent, and thou art loosed from all."

It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,
His are the hands outstretched to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the Throne.

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.

Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;
Like that sweet word let my devotion prove,
Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love.

S.J. Stone
[altered]
No. 943 in Sacred Songs and Solos


Luke 7:41 There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.  42 And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?  43 Simon answered and said, I suppose that he, to whom he forgave most. And he said unto him, Thou hast rightly judged.  44 And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.  45 Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet.  46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment.  47 Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.  48 And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.

 

 

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