Verse 1
O that we could to God present
Our hearts by true contrition rent
Thro’ his beloved Son,
To Christ our mighty Fortress turn,
Look upon Him we pierc’d, and mourn,
Till our Desire come down!
Verse 2
Jesus, thro’ thy atoning blood
Blot out this thick, incumbent cloud,
Which hides the face of Heaven:
Thou art that Presence of the Lord;
Descend, divine eternal Word,
And speak our sins forgiven.
Verse 3
Whene’er Thou dost our crimes efface,
The times of sweet refreshing grace,
The Comforter is come,
The Pledge, the Witness, and the Seal
That God again on earth shall dwell,
And take his exiles home.