And now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I be­gin to see:
Oh the curs­ed deeds my sins have done!
What mur­der­ous things they be!

Were these the trai­tors, dear­est Lord,
That Thy fair bo­dy tore?
Monsters, that stained those heav’n­ly limbs
With floods of crim­son gore!

Was it for crimes that I had done
My dear­est Lord was slain,
When jus­tice seized God’s on­ly Son,
And put His soul to pain?

Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace,
I’ll wound my God no more;
Hence from my heart, ye sins, be­gone,
For Je­sus I adore.

Furnish me, Lord, with heav’n­ly arms
From grace’s ma­ga­zine,
And I’ll pro­claim eter­nal war
With ev­ery dar­ling sin.