Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.CVI

II.CVI. Repentance at the cross

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

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

3 O, how I hate these lusts of mine
That crucify'd my God;
Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

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

5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart,
My murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murd'rers too.

Text Information

• First Line: Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe
• Title: Repentance at the cross
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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