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WEARY of earth, and laden with my sin,
   I look at Heaven and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home,
And yet I hear a voice that bids me come.
 
2  So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
 
3  How can a sinner tread the heavenly way?
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet, from the Lord, I hear a gracious call:
‘Repent, believe, and be released from all.’
 
4  It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for me atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.
 
5  There, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merit, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.
 
Samuel John Stone, 1839-1900