How can a weary heart find rest, By doubt dismayed, by sin oppressed; I strive to wash my sins away, And weeping, pray both night and day.

Hark, weary one, the work was done By God the Father's only Son Could all mankind unite to pray 'Twould never wash one sin away.

For man is lost and dead in sin, But Jesus died our souls to win, He bore our guilt, endured our shame, Oh , blessed be His holy name.

I now receive Him, and His power, It fills my soul this very hour His changeless word I now believe, And life eternal I receive.