O That I Could Repent

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!