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“O Lord, I am oppressed.” Isa. 38. 14

1 Thou Friend of friendless sinners, hear,
  And magnify thy grace divine;
  Pardon a worm that would draw near,
  That would his heart to thee resign;
  A worm, by self and sin oppressed,
  That pants to reach thy promised rest.

2 With holy fear, and reverent love,
  I long to lie beneath thy throne;
  I long in thee to live and move,
  And stay myself on thee alone;
  Teach me to lean upon thy breast,
  To find in thee the promised rest.

3 Take me, dear Saviour, as thy own,
  And with thy Father plead my cause;
  Be thou my portion, Lord, alone!
  O help me to obey thy laws;
  And with thy gracious presence blest,
  Give me to find thy promised rest.

4 Bid the tempestuous rage of sin,
  With every furious passion die;
  Let the Redeemer dwell within,
  And turn my sorrows into joy.
  O may my heart, by thee possessed,
  Know thee to be my promised rest.