1 Oh! give me Lord my Sins to mourn--
My Sins! which have thy Gody torn!
Give me, with broken Jeart, to see
Thy last tremendous agony.
2 O, could I gain the Mountain's height,
And gaze upon that bleeding Sight!
O that, with Salem's Daughters, I
Could stand and see my Saviour die!
3 I'd smite my Breast, and weep and mourn,
And never from the Cross return:
I'd weep o'er an expiring God,
And mix my Tears with Jesus's Blood.
4 I'd hang around his Cross, and cry
"Lord save a Soul condemn'd to die!
O let a Wretch come near thy Throne,
"To plead the Merits of thy Son.
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First Line: | Oh! give me Lord my Sins to mourn |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1801 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |