A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CXIX

CXIX. Repentance

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 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 was form'd for woe
• Title: Repentance
• Author: Dr. Watts
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: After Sermon
• Notes: Public Domain.

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