Weary of Sin by Isabel McDonald

Pacific Press Publishing Company · MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA · Sep 4, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 36.

Weary of Sin

By Isabel McDonald

Isabel McDonald

WEARY of sin, I cried for rest, O to escape this sinful state! Where could I flee, while on my breast, Crushing my soul, this weary weight?— But list—"My child, fear not the rod; Behold the bleeding Lamb of God."

Looking to Him of Calvary, O could I doubt His love for me? Giving His life that I might be Ransomed from death, from sin set free? Who on earth's thorny pathway trod To reconcile my soul to God.

Fulness of mercy, height of love! Seeming as arms of God to me, Wrapping me close in His righteousness, Speaking a pardon full and free. And so, with Him enthroned within, I lost the burden of my sin.

How do I know my soul is free? How do I know Him to be true?— Because He has kept His word with me, Bringing salvation to my view. And O, His words for aye endure, His promises are always sure.