Hymn 107

1AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel, and weep ;
Beneath a weight of woe oppressed,
I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.

2Now, from the throne of grace above,
Look down upon my soul in love ;
That smile shall sweeten all my pain,
And make my soul rejoice again.

3Be thou Divine, to comfort mine power,
My ruined nature how restore ;
And let my life and temper shine,
In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine.