There is no soundness in my flesh because of Thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.@Psalm 38:3
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John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

George W. Robinson, 1874.

Glastonbury John B. Dykes (1823-1876) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Weary with my load of sin,
All diseased and faint within,
See me, Lord, Thy grace entreat,
See me prostrate at Thy feet:
Here before Thy cross I lie,
Here I live or here I die.

I have tried, and tried in vain
Many ways to ease my pain;
Now all other hope is past,
Only this is left at last:
Here before Thy cross I lie,
Here I live and here I die.

If I perish, be it here
With the Friend of sinners near;
Lord, it is enough—I know
Never sinner perished so.
Here before Thy cross I lie,
Here I cannot, cannot die.