Penitence

1Jesus, let Thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to Thee, like Peter,
I Would fain like Peter, weep.
Speak the reconciling word,
And let Thy mercy melt me down;
Turn, and look upon me,
Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

2Saviour,
Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, thro' Thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart;
Give what I have long implor'd,
A portion of Thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me,
Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3For Thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind Thy back,
And wash me white as snow:
If Thy pity now is stirr'd,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me,
Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

4Clothe me with Thy holiness,
Thy meek humility;
Put on me Thy glorious dress— Endue my soul with Thee:
Let Thine image be restor'd,
Thy name and nature let me prove;
Fill me with Thy fulness,
Lord,
And perfect me in love.