Verse 1
Let sinners possest
Of pardon be blest,
And welcome with joy the soft season of rest,
Let innocence sleep,
My station I keep,
My business on earth is to watch and to weep.

Verse 2
A mourner for sin
Thro’ life I have been:
O when shall my heart and my conscience be clean?
If tears could efface
The guilty disgrace,
Mine eyes should be fountains, mine head should be seas.

Verse 3
If my blood could atone
For what I have done,
Even now would I spend it, and groan my last groan:
But my dying were vain,
Only Jesus’s pain,
Only Jesus’s blood can wash out the foul stain.

Verse 4
Its virtue I tried,
When I felt it applied,
And knew that for me my Redeemer had died.
But I quickly gave way
In the cloudy dark day,
And fell to temptation an indolent prey.

Verse 5
That covenant-blood
Under foot I have trod,
And again I have murder’d the meek Son of God:
My sin I declare,
My punishment bear,
And quake on the edge of eternal despair.

Verse 6
And shall I complain
Of a moment of pain,
Which here for my sins I am doom’d to sustain?
No, Lord, I submit,
And fall at thy feet,
Only let me not sink to the bottomless pit.

Verse 7
I bow to the rod,
To my temporal load,
And fall into the hands of a merciful God:
Thy justice revere,
But with anguish and fear
I beg I may have all my punishment here.

Verse 8
With tears of desire,
I humbly require,
That in wailing for sin, all my breath may expire:
Only while I remove
To the country above,
O bless me at last with the taste of thy love.