O THAT I could repent! With all my idols part, And to thy gracious eye present...

O THAT I could repent! With all my idols part, And to thy gracious eye present A humble, contrite heart; A heart with grief opprest For having grieved my God, A troubled heart that cannot rest, Till sprinkled with thy blood.

Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire; With true sincerity of woe My aching breast inspire; With softening pity look, And melt my hardness down, Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone!