1 Dear friend of guilty sinners, hear,
And magnify thy grace divine;
Pardon a worm that would draw near,
And make his heart to thee resign,
A worm, by guilt and sin distrest,
That pants to reach the promis'd rest.

2 With holy fear, and rev'rend love,
I long to lie beneath thy throne;
In thee to live, in thee to move,
And stay myself on thee alone:
Teach me to lean upon thy breast,
To find in thee the promis'd rest.

3 Sure, Lord, thou wilt thy servants keep,
And bless them with thy gracious smiles,
A gentle shepherd of thy sheep,
to guard them from the tempter's wiles;
How calm their state, how truly blest,
Who trust in thee for promis'd rest.

4 Take me, dear Saviour, for thine own,
And make me love thy righteous case;
Be thou my portion, Lord, alone,
And bend me to obey thy laws:
Let me in thy dear arms be blest,
And find in thee the promis'd rest!