1 WEARY of my own complaints, Still I sigh for purity: Jesus, come! my spirit faints, Faints and dies for want of Thee: Drawn by my expiring groan, Quickly come, and save Thine own. 2 Alien from the life of God, Lest the second death I die, Me polluted in my blood, Pass compassionately by: Faith Divine and pardon give, Bid me in Thy likeness live. 3 Only Thee I gasp to know, Truth of holiness and love, Truth of happiness below, Way to glorious joys above; Life, eternal life Thou art;