AH whither should I go,
By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 AH whither should I go,
      Burdened, and sick, and faint?
      To whom should I my troubles show,
      And pour out my complaint?
      My Saviour bids me come,
      Ah! why do I delay?
      He calls the weary sinner home,
      And yet from him I stay!

      2 What is it keeps me back,
      From which I cannot part,
      Which will not let my Saviour take,
      Possession of my heart?
      Some cursed thing unknown
      Must surely lurk within,
      Some idol, which I will not own,
      Some secret bosom-sin.

      3 Jesu, the hindrance show,
      Which I have feared to see:
      Yet let me now consent to know
      What keeps me out of thee:
      Searcher of hearts, in mine
      Thy trying power display;
      Into its darkest corners shine,
      And take the veil away.

      4 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.