MY Saviour, Thou Thy love to me
In shame,in want,in pain hast showed;
For me, on the accursed tree,
Thou pouredst forth Thy guiltless blood;
Thy wounds upon my heart impress,
Nor aught shall the loved stamp efface.
More hard than marble Is my heart,
And foul with sins of deepest stain;
But Thou the mighty Saviour art,
Nor flowed Thy cleansing blood in vain :
Ah, soften, melt this rock, and may
Thy blood wash all these stains away!
