Hearts of stone relent relent,
Break by Jesus cross subdu'd;
See his body mangled rent,
Cover'd with a gore of blood;
Sinful soul, what hast thou done1
Murder'd God's eternal Son.
Yes our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fixt him here,
Crown'd with thorns his sacred head,
Pierc'd him with a soldier's spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice
For a sinful world he dies.
Shall we let him die in vain,
Still to death pursue our God,
Open tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood?
No with all our sins we part;
Saviour take my broken heart.
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First Line: | Hearts of stone relent relent |
Meter: | H. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1805 |