O THAT I could repent! O that I could believe! Thou by thy voice the marble...

O THAT I could repent! O that I could believe! Thou by thy voice the marble rent, The rock in sunder cleave! Thou, by thy two-edged sword, My soul and spirit part, Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break my stubborn heart!

Saviour, and Prince of peace, The double grace bestow; Unloose the bands of wickedness, And let the captive go: Grant me my sins to feel, And then the load remove: Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, The balm of pardoning love.

For thy own mercy's sake The cursed thing remove; And into thy protection take The prisoner of thy love: In every trying hour Stand by my feeble soul; And screen me from my nature's power, Till thou hast made me whole.

This is thy will, I know, That I should holy be, Should let my sin this moment go, This moment turn to thee: O might I now embrace Thy all-sufficient power; And never more to sin give place, And never grieve thee more!