HYMN LXXXV. Restoring Grace

Jesus, friend of Sinners hear, Yet once again, I pray, From my Debt of Sin set free, For I have naught to pay: Speak, O speak the kind release, A poor backsliding Soul restore; Love me freely, seal my Peace, And bid me sin no more.

Though my Sins as Mountains rise, And swell and reach to Heav'n, Mercy is above the Skies, I may be still forgiv'n. Infinite my Sins increase, But greater is thy Mercy's store. Love me freely; &c.

Sin's deceitfulness hath spread An hardness o'er my Heart, But if thou thy Spirit shed The stony shall depart: Shed thy Love, thy Tenderness, And let me feel the soft'ning Power. Love me freely, &c.

From th' oppressive Power of Sin My struggling Spirit free, Perfect Right'ousness bring in, Unspotted Purity: Speak, and all this War shall cease, And sin shall give its raging o'er: Love me freely, &c.

For this only Thing I pray, And this I will require, Take the Power of sin away, Fill me with chaste desire: Perfect me in Holiness, Thine Image to my Soul restore, Love me freely, &c.