C. Harvey
Alas! my LORD is going,
Oh my woe!
It will be mine undoing;
If He go,
I'll run and overtake Him;
If He stay,
I'll cry aloud, and make Him
Look this way.
O stay, my LORD, my Love, 'tis I;
Comfort me quickly, or I die.
'Cheer up thy drooping spirits;
I am here.
Mine all-sufficient merits
Shall appear
Before the throne of glory
In thy stead:
I'll put into thy story
What I did.
Lift up thine eyes, sad soul, and see
Thy Saviour here. Lo, I am He.'
Alas! shall I present
My sinfulness
To Thee? Thou wilt resent
The loathsomeness.
'Be not afraid, I'll take
Thy sins on Me,
And all My favour make
To shine on thee.'
LORD, what Thou'lt have me, Thou must make me.
'As I have made thee now, I take thee.'