Verse 1
Saviour and Prince, I lift
To Thee my flinty heart,
Who only dost the precious gift
Of penitence impart,
Cloath’d with omnipotence
Thou canst the stone remove,
Thou wilt bestow the contrite sense
For thou, O God, art Love.
Verse 2
I wait the powerful look
Of tenderness divine,
The Sight which many an heart hath broke
Almost as hard as mine,
The piteous spectacle
Of Jesus on the tree,
Which bids my wounded spirit feel
The death he bore for me.
Verse 3
Soon as thy cross appears,
The rocks again are rent,
Sinners dissolve in gracious tears,
And I, their chief, repent!
I weep, and still weep on,
Tho’ Thou my sins remove,
Lamenting with my latest groan
That e’er I griev’d thy love.