O that my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last sub­mit
At Je­sus’ feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Je­sus’ feet!

Rest for my soul I long to find:
Savior of all, if mine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and low­ly mind,
And stamp Thine im­age on my heart.

Break off the yoke of in­bred sin,
And fully set my spir­it free:
I can­not rest till pure with­in,
Till I am whol­ly lost in Thee.

Fain I would learn of Thee, my God;
Thy light and ea­sy bur­den prove,
The cross, all stained with hal­lowed blood,
The la­bor of Thy dy­ing love.

I would, but Thou must give the pow­er;
My heart from ev­ery sin re­lease;
Bring near, bring near the joy­ful hour,
And fill me with Thy per­fect peace.