O FOR that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledging how...

O FOR that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembles at thy word! O for those humble, contrite tears Which from repentance flow, That consciousness of guilt which fears The long-suspended blow!

Saviour, to me in pity give The sensible distress, The pledge thou wilt at last receive, And bid me die in peace; Wilt from the dreadful day remove, Before the evil come; My spirit hide with saints above, My body in the tomb.