Groaning for Redemption Part 1

8. O God, regard my bitter cry,
I groan to be redeem'd from my sin;
To Thee I lift my weeping eye,
Open Thine arms and take me in;
To Thee my labouring soul I bow;
Require it, O require it now.

9.I know it is not now renew'd
I am not fit Thy face to see,
But trust the virtue of Thy blood
In my last hour shall work on me
Some miracle of grace unknown,
Without a miracle undone.

--Wesley