O that my heart could melt with woe

O that my heart could melt with woe

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1 O That my heart could melt with woe,
And feel true sorrow for my sin;
Repentence would like rivers flow,
Then could I hope for peace within.

2 My sins have caus'd my dearest Lord
To groan and die upon the tree;
Yet he assures me in his word:
He groan'd, he bled and died for me.

3 o these are pow'rful cords of love,
By which my helpless soul is drawn;
To seek thy graces from above,
By which thy mercies are made known.

4 My heart inclin'd into the way,
That leads the soul to endless pain;
I ever should have run astray,
Had I not been reclaim'd again.

5 Thy grace, thy mercy, love and pow'r,
At length on my hard heart prevail'd,
Or I had been for evermore,
To everlasting ruin seal'd.

6 Thy blessed spirit interpos'd,
And by his light my soul was brought
To know the grace I had refus'd,
And frequently had set at nought.

7 I see and feel my sinful state,
And with sincerity I mourn,
But as thy promises are great,
To thee my God I will return.

Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCLXXIII

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