Weary of wand’ring from my God,

And now made willing to return,

I hear, and bow me to the rod:

For Thee, not without hope, I mourn.

I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.

O Jesus, full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I of sin,

Yet once again I seek Thy face,

Open Thine arms, and take me in,

And freely my backsliding heal,

And love the faithless sinner still.

Thou knowest the way to bring me back,

My fallen spirit to restore:

O! for Thy truth and mercy’s sake,

Forgive, and bid me sin no more;

The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of pray'r.

Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart

That trembles at the approach of sin;

A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant, and root it deep within,

That I may dread Thy gracious power,

And never dare offend Thee more.