Repentance

Verse 1

Oh, if my soul were formed for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes.

Verse 2

'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groaned away a dying life For thee, my soul! for thee.

Verse 3

Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine That crucified my Lord; Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh Fast to the fatal wood!

Verse 4

Yes, my Redeemer they shall die; My heart has so decreed; Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed.

Verse 5

While with a melting, broken heart, My murdered Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murderers too.