Verse 1
Ah give me, Lord, my sins to mourn,
My sins which have thy body torn,
Give me with broken heart to see
Thy last tremendous agony,
To weep o’er an expiring God,
And mix my sorrow with thy blood.

Verse 2
O could I gain the mountain’s height,
And look upon that piteous sight!
O that with Salem’s daughters I
Might stand and see my Saviour die,
Smite on my breast and inly mourn,
But never from thy cross return!