Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Hymn 106

Repentance at the cross.

O, if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee.

O, how I hate those lusts of mine
That crucified my God!
Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Savior bleed.

Whilst, with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murd'rers too.

1. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
2. Hymn 52 (Death! 'Tis a melancholy day)
3. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
4. Hymn 74 (We are a garden walled around)
5. Psalm 46. Part 1 (God is the refuge of his saints)

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