Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#267

267. Oh, if my soul was form'd for wo

1 Oh, if my soul were form'd for wo,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

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

3 O, how I hate those lusts of mine
That crucified my God,
Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood.

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

5 Whilst with a melting broken heart
My murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

Text Information

• First Line: Oh, if my soul was form'd for wo
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Penitence of the awakened sinner: Penitence; Repentance at the Cross

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