Verse 1
O my God, no longer mine!
I have cast off his yoke,
Broke thro’ all the threats divine,
Thro’ all the mercies broke:
I have turn’d to sin again,
The sin that claims me for its own;
Sin, and shame, and guilt, and pain,
And hell, and I are one.
Verse 2
Where is now my strife and care
And vows from sin to fly?
Where the answer of that prayer,
“O rather let me die!
Let me quit this wretched life,
And die, that I may sin no more—”
I have sinn’d, and all my strife,
And all my hope is o’er.
Verse 3
Would to God, that I had died,
E’er I the deed had done,
Mock’d afresh, and crucified,
And trampled on his Son!
All in vain I wish, and pray,
It is, and cannot but have been:
Who can call back yesterday,
Or nullify my sin?
Verse 4
With a diamond’s point it stands
Engraven on my heart,
Wrote by mine, and Satan’s hands,
It mocks the eraser’s art:
Deep as hell’s foundations driven
Into my soul the marks remain:
Is there dew in that fair heaven
To purge so foul a stain?
Verse 5
Dare I lift again mine eyes,
And ask th’ atoning God,
What his speaking blood replies,
His sin-expurging blood!
Is it all thy blood can cleanse,
And melt so foul an heart of stone?
Mercy’s whole omnipotence
May here be fully shewn.
Verse 6
Me if thou canst still restore,
Now, Lord, my doom repeal,
Bid me stand as heretofore,
As I had never fell:
If such power be in thy blood,
Now, now repeat my sins forgiven,
Draw me thro’ the cleansing flood,
And snatch me up to heaven.