Saviour, Prince of Israel’s race,

See me from Thy lofty throne;

Give the sweet relenting grace,

Soften this obdurate Stone;

Stone to flesh, O God, convert;

Cast a look, and break my heart.

By Thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,

All my inmost sins reveal,

Sins against Thy light and love

Let me see, and let me feel;

Sins that crucified my God,

Spilt again Thy precious blood.

Jesus, seek Thy wand'ring sheep,

Make me restless to return;

Bid me look on Thee and weep,

Bitterly as Peter mourn,

Till I say, by grace restored,

"Now Thou knowest I love Thee, Lord!"

Might I in Thy sight appear

As the publican distress'd,

Stand, not daring to draw near,

Smite on my unworthy breast,

Groan the sinner’s only plea:

"God, be merciful to me!"

O remember me for good,

Passing through the mortal vale;

Show me the atoning blood,

When my strength and spirit fail;

Give my gasping soul to see

Jesus crucified for me!