"TO WHOM SHALL I GO BUT UNTO THEE?"
I come, O Lord, to thee;
In sad and grievous thought I hear thy call;
And I must come, or else from thee I fall
Deeper in misery. I have not kept my word,
And yet thou biddest me to taste thy love,
Shaming my faithless heart, that e'er could rove
From thee, O gracious Lord! Shame wraps my heart around,
Like morning gloom upon the mountain spread;
Indignant memory, avenger dread,
Deepens each restless wound. Yet must I come to thee;
Thou hast the words of life, and thou alone;
Thou sittest upon the Mediator's throne:
Where should a sinner flee? Nor saint's nor angel's will
Could lift the burden from this loaded breast!
Weary I come, and thou wilt give me rest;
Thou wilt thy word fulfill. I come to thee. Since all
To faith is possible, in faith I come;
As blind, and deaf, and halt, and maimed, and dumb,
Before thy feet I fall. Whom didst thou turn away?
From what distress was hid thy pitying face?
What cold rebuke e'er checked the cry for grace?
Can I unheeded pray? Saviour, O, come to save!
Speak but the word—thy servants shall be whole;
Turn, Lord, and look on me. Quicken my soul
Out of this living grave. Enter my opening heart;
Fill it with love, and peace, and light from heaven;
Give me Thyself, for all in thee is given—
Come, never to depart!