TO whom, Lord, shall we go When burdened, sick, and faint? To whom could we our troubles show, And pour out our complaint?
The Saviour bids us come: O why do we delay? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from Him we stray.
What is it holds us back, From which we cannot part, Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of the heart?
Now, Lord, the hindrance show, Which we so fear to see: O let us all consent to know What keeps our soul from Thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy saving power display, Into its darkest corners shine, And draw me to Thy way.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88