1 Lord, with a griev'd and aching heart,
To thee I look— to thee I cry;
Supply my wants, and ease my smart,
O help me soon, or else I die.

2 Here on my soul the burden lies,
No human power can it remove;
My numerous sins like mountains rise,
Do thou reveal thy pardoning love.

3 Break off these adamantine chains,
From cruel bondage set me free;
Rescue from everlasting pains,
And bring me safe to heaven and thee.