Ah! whither should I go,
Burdened and sick and faint?
To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?
My Savior bids me come;
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from Him I stay. What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part,
Which will not let the Savior take
Possession of my heart?
Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away. I now believe in Thee,
Compassion reigns alone;
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,
Which Thou wouldst fain remove;
Remove it, and I shall declare
That God is only love. Some cursèd thing unknown
Must surely lurk within,
Some idol which I will not own,
Some secret bosom sin. Jesu, the hindrance show,
Which I have feared to see;
Yet let me now consent to know
What keeps me out of Thee. |
Naikkan Doa Tak Enggan [KJ.452]
(
Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare
)
