Verse 1
Giver of repentance, Thee
My Lord I long to prove,
O vouchsafe the grace to me,
The grief of contrite love:
Sunk in sin, to Thee I pray
Exalted on thy glorious throne,
Saviour, Prince, thy power display,
And break my heart of stone.
Verse 2
Waits my heart insensible
Thy mercy’s power to know,
Cast the pitying look, and fill
My soul with sacred woe:
Then I to my Lord shall turn,
And conscious of the blood applied,
Look on Him I pierc’d, and mourn,
With Jesus crucified.
Verse 3
Thus my few remaining days
I would in sorrow spend,
Trampler on the God of grace,
And murtherer of my Friend,
Weeping, till my Friend appears,
By Him, but not myself forgiven,
Till He wipes away my tears,
And comforts me in heaven.