O Give Me Lord

O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn, My sins which have Thy body  torn;

Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony.

O could I gain the mountain’s height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight;

O that with Salem’s daughters I might stand and see my Savior die!

I’d smite upon my breast and mourn, And never from the cross return:

I’d weep o’er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus’ blood.

I’d hang upon His breast and cry, Lord, save a soul condemned to die,

And let a wretch come near Thy throne To plead the merits of Thy Son.

Father of mercies, drop Thy frown, And let me shelter in Thy Son;

O with my earnest suit comply And give me Jesus or I die.

O Lord, deny me what Thou wilt, Only relieve me of my guilt;

Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry, And give me Jesus or I die.

Show pity, Lord, and send relief, To a poor sinner drowned in grief.

Who has no plea to bring him nigh, Lord, save a soul condemned to die!

Didst Thou not send Thy Son to die For guilty worms who pine and cry?

O let the vilest now come night – Lord, save a soul condemned to die!

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