Ah Whither Should I Go

Ah whither should I go, Burdened, and sick, and faint?

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!

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.

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.

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.

Wesley