Verse 1
O coud I mourn for God,
Obtain the grace I claim,
Purchas’d by my Redeemer’s blood,
And publish’d in his name,
Promis’d to all that pray,
With patience persevere,
And offer’d in his gracious day
To every sinner here.
Verse 2
Saviour of men and Prince,
Thy mercy’s power exert,
By a kind, pitying look convince,
And break my flinty heart;
Wound by thy Spirit’s sword
One who so long has tried,
So often trampled on my Lord,
So often crucified.
Verse 3
O let thy love constrain
The murtherer to submit,
And bring me down with shame, and pain,
And sorrow at thy feet,
To wash them with my tears
For mercy, mercy pray,
And, when thy smiling face appears,
To weep my life away.