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!

Savior, 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 curs­èd 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!