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Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe

Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #XLVI (1801) Lyrics: 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 Oh, how I hate those 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. Languages: English

Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XLVI (1801) Lyrics: 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 Oh, how I hate those 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. Languages: English