Come, O Thou all-victorious Lord!Thy power to us make known;Strike with the hammer of Thy Word,And break these hearts of stone.
O that we all might now beginOur foolishness to mourn;And turn at once from every sin,And to our Savior turn!
Give us ourselves and Thee to know,In this our gracious day;Repentance unto life bestow,And take our sins away.
Conclude us first in unbelief,And freely then release;Fill every soul with sacred grief,And then with sacred peace.
Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve,And then enrich the poor;The knowledge of our sickness give,The knowledge of our cure.
That blessèd sense of guilt impart,And then remove the load;Trouble, and wash the troubled heartIn the atoning blood.
Our desperate state through sin declare,And speak our sins forgiv’n;By perfect holiness prepare,And take us up to Heav’n.
Jesus, Thou all redeeming Lord,Thy blessing we implore;Open the door to preach Thy Word,The great, effectual door.
Gather the outcasts in, and saveFrom sin and Satan’s power;And let them now acceptance have,And know their gracious hour.
Lover of souls! Thou knowest to prizeWhat Thou hast bought so dear:Come, then, and in Thy people’s eyesWith all Thy wounds appear.
The hardness of their hearts remove,Thou Who for all hast died;Show them the tokens of Thy love,Thy feet, Thy hands, Thy side.
Ready Thou art the blood to apply,And prove the record true;And all Thy wounds to sinners cry,“I suffered this for you!”
Thy feet were nailed to yonder treeTo trample down their sin;Thy hands they all stretched out may see,To take the murderers in.
Thy side an open fountain is,Where all may freely go,And drink the living streams of bliss,And wash them white as snow.