O JESUS, let thy dying cry Pierce to the bottom of my heart, Its evils cure,...

O JESUS, let thy dying cry Pierce to the bottom of my heart, Its evils cure, its wants supply, And bid my unbelief depart.

Slay the dire root and seed of sin; Prepare for thee the holiest place; Then, O essential Love, come in! And fill thy house with endless praise.

Let me, according to thy word, A tender, contrite heart receive, Which grieves at having grieved its Lord, And never can itself forgive;

A heart thy joys and griefs to feel, A heart that cannot faithless prove, A heart where Christ alone may dwell, All praise, all meekness, and all love.