The Chorale Book for England ‎#48

48. When o'er my sins I sorrow

When o'er my sins I sorrow,
Lord, I will look to Thee,
And hence my comfort borrow,
That Thou wast slain for me!
Yea, Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt
For me, O most unworthy,
To take away my guilt.

Then let Thy woes, Thy patience,
My heart with strength inspire
To vanquish all temptations,
And spurn all low desire;
This thought I fain would cherish most--
What pain my soul's redemption
To Thee, O Saviour, cost!

Whate'er may be the burden,
The cross here on me laid;
Be shame or want my guerdon,
I'll bear it with Thine aid;
Give patience, give me strength to take
Thee for my bright example,
And all the world forsake.

And let me do to others
As Thou hast done to me,
Love all men as my brothers,
And serve them willingly,
With ready heart, nor seek my own,
But as Thou, Lord, hast help'd us,
From purest love alone.

And let Thy cross upbear me
With strength, when I depart;
Tell me that nought can tear me
From my Redeemer's heart,
But since my trust is in Thy grace
Thou wilt accept me yonder,
Where I shall see Thy face!

Text Information

• First Line: When o'er my sins I sorrow
• Title: When o'er my sins I sorrow
• German Title: Wenn meine Sünd' mich kränken
• Author: Gesenius (1646)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1863

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