Full Lyrics
Charles Wesley, 1742
1. Ah! Whither should I go
Burdened, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my trouble show,
Or pour out my complaint?
The Savior bids me come;
Ah! Why do I delay!
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.
2. What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part,
Which will not let my Savior take
Possession of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown
Must surely lurk within,
Some idol which I will not own,
Some secret bosom sin.
3. Jesus, the hindrance show,
Which I have feared to see,
Yet let me now consent to know
What keeps me out of thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display,
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.
4. I would not still deceive
My soul, and blind my sight,
I would not still thy Spirit grieve
By shutting out thy light.
Late in thy light I see,
And thank thee for the grace,
Thou wouldst have all men come to thee,
Savior of human race.
