LYRICS
| Meter: | 10 10 10 10
| | Writer(s): | Samuel John Stone
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| | Dates: | 1866
| | Bible Refs: | Rev 22:17; Mt 11:28
| A Collection of Hymns (Methodist)
| 1889
| 794
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 1919
| 1919
| 541
| Church Hymnal Revised
| 1920
| 85
| Hymnal Comp to Book of Common Prayer
| 1890
| 165
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, New Edition
| 1904
| 464
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, Standard
| 1922
| 252
| Hymns of Faith
| 1964
| 277
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 1954
| 355
| Mirfield Mission Hymn Book
| 1955
| 144
| Sacred Songs & Solos: Revised and enlarg
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| 489
| The Book of Common Praise
| 1908
| 120
| The Book of Common Praise - Revised
| 1938
| 112
| The Church Hymnal for the Christian Year
| 1917
| 238
| The English Hymnal
| 1906
| 91
| The Hymnal 1916
| 1916
| 129
| The Hymnal 1940
| 1940
| 58
| Trinity Hymnal
| 1961
| 467
| Universal Hymn Book
| 1885
| 249
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MUSIC
 Hymns of Faith
| 523
| F
| Baptist Hymn Book
| 316
| F
| Baptist Hymn Book
| 660
| F
| Sacred Songs & Solos: Revised and enlarg
| 489
| F
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 953
| F
| Believers Hymn Book
| 92
| G
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Alternate Tunes
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| 1. Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look at heav’n and long to enter in,
But there no evil thing may find a home:
And yet I hear a voice that bids me “Come.”
2. So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
3. The while I fain would tread the heav’nly way
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall:
“Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.”
4. It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.
5. ’Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild,
And made me heir of heav’n, the Father’s child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.
6. O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father’s courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
7. 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.
8. Naught can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;
Like Mary’s gift, let my devotion prove,
Forgiven greatly, how greatly I love.
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