Weary of Earth and laden with my sin (Ferris Tozer)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-06-11). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 189 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1898 The Musical Times no.661
Original text and translations
Weary of Earth and laden with my sin,
I look at heaven, and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home,
And yet I hear a voice that bids me, "Come."
So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
The while I fain would tread the heavenly way
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all!"
It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the Blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.
Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;
Like Mary's gift, let my devotion prove.
Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love.