Verse 1
The cock had crow’d, and Peter hears,
Nor calls his Master’s word to mind,
Till Jesus mournfully appears,
T’ upbraid his treachery unkind,
Repentance by a look t’ impart,
And break his hard, ungrateful heart.
Verse 2
A look like that what heart can bear!
O that it now were cast on mine!
To snatch from Judas’s despair,
To pierce me with remorse divine,
To make mine eyes with tears o’reflow,
And fill my heart with Peter’s woe!
Verse 3
On me those eyes of mercy turn,
And suffer me a while to live
My base unfaithfulness to mourn,
The sins I never can forgive,
The sins I must till death bemoan,
Tho’ Thou hast made them all thy own.