44. O THAT MY LOAD.

1. O THAT my load of sin were gone,

O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay me down! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

2. Rest for my soul I long to find: Savior of all, if mine thou

art,

Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart.

5. Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4. Fain would I learn of thee, my God,

Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,

The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would but thou must give the power;

My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect

peace.

6. Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let thy chariot wheels

delay; Appear in my poor heart, appear;

My God, my Savior, come

away!