Savior, Prince of Israel’s race, See me from Thy lofty throne; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften this obdurate stone! Stone to flesh, O God, convert; Cast a look, and break my heart! By Thy Spirit, Lord, reprove, All my inmost sins reveal, Sins against Thy light and love Let me see, and let me feel; Sins that crucified my God, Spilt again Thy precious blood. Jesu, seek Thy wandering sheep, Make me restless to return; Bid me look on Thee, and weep, Bitterly as Peter mourn, Till I say, by grace restored, “Now Thou know’st I love Thee, Lord!” Might I in Thy sight appear, As the publican distressed, Stand, not daring to draw near, Smite on my unworthy breast, Groan the sinner’s only plea, “God, be merciful to me!” O remember me for good, Passing through the mortal vale! Show me the atoning blood, When my strength and spirit fail; Give my gasping soul to see Jesus crucified for me! |