Ah! Whither Should I Go?

Ah! whither should I go, Burdened and sick and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Savior 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 the Savior take Possession of my heart? 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.