Ah! Whither Should I Go?

Ah! whither should I go,

Burdened and sick and faint?

To whom should I my trouble show,

And pour out my complaint?

My Savior bids me come;

Ah! why do I delay?

He calls the weary sinner home,

And yet from Him I stay.

What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part,

Which will not let the Savior take

Possession of my heart?

Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display;

Into its darkest corners shine,

And take the veil away.

I now believe in Thee,

Compassion reigns alone;

According to my faith, to me

O let it, Lord, be done!

In me is all the bar,

Which Thou wouldst fain remove;

Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.