266 WEARY of earth and laden with my sin, I look at heaven and long to enter in; cr But there no evil thing may find a home, 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of the promised land? 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, cr Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, f4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, His are the hands outstretched to draw me near, mf [5 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear mf 6 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; mf 7 Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe, S. J. STONE. P 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, cr Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, His are the hands outstretched to draw me near, mf 15 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear mf 6 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord, mf 7 Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe, |