O For That Tenderness Of Heart
Which Bows Before The Lord,
Acknowledging How Just Thou Art,
And Trembling At Thy Word!

O For Those Humble, Contrite Tears,
Which From Repentance Flow;
That Consciousness Of Guilt Which Fears
The Long-Suspended Blow!

Wilt From The Dreadful Day Remove,
Before The Evil Come;
My Spirit Hide With Saints Above,
My Body In The Tomb.

Savior, To Me In Pity Give
The Sensible Distress;
The Pledge Thou Wilt, At Last, Receive
And Bid Me Die In Peace.