| Savior, 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.
 Jesu, seek Thy wandering 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 know’st I love Thee, Lord!”
 Might I in Thy sight appear,As the publican distressed,
 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!
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