My God, my God, and can it be

Verse 1

My God! my God! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough?

Verse 2

I sin, and Heav’n and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were done; As if Thy blood had never flowed To hinder sin, or to atone.

Verse 3

I walk the earth with lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, Do my own will, not ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer.

Verse 4

Shall it be always thus, O Lord? Wilt Thou not work this hour in me The grace of Thy Passion merited, Hatred of self, and love of Thee!

Verse 5

O by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear; And by Thy woes and bloody sweat Wash Thou my guilty conscience clear!

Verse 6

Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olives’ moon pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised, And bleeding, on the earth He made;

Verse 7

And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him who bears the world A load that He could scarcely bear.