Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Guilty, help­less and un­done;
Wearied, and by sin op­pressed,
Burdened with a heart of stone.
I against Thee have re­belled,
Suffered earth my love to win;
From my birth Thou hast be­held
Me the will­ing slave of sin.

When Thy Spir­it gent­ly strove
To re­claim my err­ing heart,
Urging me my God to love,
Urging me from sin to part,
I that bless­èd Spir­it drove
Rashly from this wretch­ed breast;
Would not seek the joys above,
Nor ac­cept the prof­fered rest.

O abused and slight­ed Lord,
Canst Thou such a heart re­ceive?
Yes, Thou canst, for Thy own word
Calls me still to come and live;
Lord, I come, O make me Thine;
Cleanse my soul and set me free;
Gladly do I sin re­sign,
Joyfully re­turn to Thee.