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!