A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XLVI

XLVI. Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801

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