{
  "title": "Weary of earth, and laden with my sin",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Langran",
  "number": "467",
  "lyrics": "Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,\nI look at heav'n and long to enter in;\nBut there no evil thing may find a home;\nAnd yet I hear a voice that bids me \"Come.\"\n\nSo vile I am, how dare I hope to stand\nIn the pure glory of that holy land?\nBefore the whiteness of that throne appear?\nYet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.\n\nThe while I fain would tread the heav'nly way,\nEvil is ever with me day by day;\nYet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,\n\"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.\"\n\nIt is the voice of Jesus that I hear;\nHis are the hands stretched out to draw me near,\nAnd his the blood that can for all atone\nAnd set me faultless there before the throne.\n\nO great Absolver, grant my soul may wear\nThe lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,\nThat in the Father's courts my glorious dress\nMay be the garment of thy righteousness.\n\nYea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;\nThine all the merits, mine the great reward;\nThine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;\nMine the life won, and thine the life laid down.",
  "first_line": "Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,"
}