| 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 unknownMust 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.
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