LONGING FOR PARDON.

DEAR Jesus, hear my cry,
My soul it pants for thee;
A mourning captive, Lord, I sigh,
For peace and liberty.

O break the power of sin.
And set the captive free;
Salvation's work, O Lord, begin
In such a worm as me.

O magnify thy grace,
And make thy glory known,
Reveal to me thy smiling face,
And with thy mercy crown.

I weep, I wait to hear
Thy pard'ning voice divine,
My sinking, mourning heart to cheer,
And make salvation mine.

Thy sacred, precious blood
With gracious power apply;
And to thy sheltering wounds, 0 God,
May I for refuge fly.

Make haste, great God, make haste,
And send me sweet relief;
Thy pardoning mercy let me taste,
Although of sinners chief.

Speak thou the sovereign word
Which shall my fetters break;
And to my longing soul afford
That blessing which I seek.

And then in songs of praise
My willing soul would rise,
And bless thy Name through endless days
For such a precious prize.

O give me grace to wait
Thy own appointed hour,
And watch for thee at wisdom's gate
To be revealed in power.

But lest I weary grow,
And sink amid the din,
In pity, Lord, thy mercy show,
And pardon all my sin.

Burgess Hill.                                        E. B.
GS 1888