Classic Poem

F EVERSHAM Tune .

Lord, my very heart would bleed,
While for pard'ning love I plead;
When I think what various ways
I've abus'd thy wondrous grace:

Still I fly to Jesu's veins;
There I wash my guilty stains;
There, from my polluted soul,
All my sins like mountains roll.

Low beneath thy feet I lie;
Let me live, or bid me die;
But, if thou my days prolong,
Shew thyself, in weakness strong.

O may ev'ry hour to come
Bring me near my heav'nly home;
Near in life, and near in heart,
Till my soul and sin shall part!

May I, all along the road,
Follow my Redeemer, God;
Ever rising let me be
Till I rise to dwell with thee.