Weary of Wandering from My God

Words: Charles Wesley, 1749, alt.; Music: Daryle Worley, III, 2026
Shared on April 19, 2026

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Weary of wan­der­ing from my God,
And now made will­ing to re­turn,
I hear and bow me to the rod.
For Thee, not with­out hope, I mourn:
I have an Ad­vo­cate above,
A Friend be­fore the throne of Love.

O Je­sus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face:
Open Thine arms, and take me in.
And free­ly all my stumblings heal,
And love the faith­less sin­ner still.

Thou know’st the way to bring me back,
My fall­en spirit to re­store:
O! for Thy truth and mer­cy’s sake,
Forgive and bid me sin no more:
The ru­ins of my soul re­pair,
And make my heart a house of pray­er.

The stone to flesh again con­vert,
The veil of sin again re­move;
Sprinkle Thy blood up­on my heart,
And melt it by Thy dy­ing love.
This re­bel heart by love sub­due,
And make it soft, and make it new.

Give to mine eyes re­fresh­ing tears,
And kin­dle my re­lent­ings now;
Fill my whole soul with fi­li­al fears,
To Thy sweet yoke my spir­it bow;
Bend by Thy grace, O bend or break,
The ir­on si­new in my neck!

Ah! give me, Lord, the ten­der heart
That trem­bles at th’ap­proach of sin;
A god­ly fear of sin im­part,
Implant, and root it deep with­in,
That I may dread Thy gra­cious pow­er
And nev­er dare of­fend Thee more.