When sorrow and remorse Prey at my heart, to Thee I look, who on the holy cross Was slain for me. Ah Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt For me, O most unworthy, To take away my guilt. Oh wonder past belief! Behold the Master spares His servants, and sore pain and grief For them He bears. God stoopeth from His throne on high, For me His guilty creature, He deigns as man to die. Thou countless were the sins That weighed me to the dust, Christ's death for me the favour wins Of God most just. His precious blood my debts hath paid, Of hell and all its torments I am no more afraid. My heart is filled with ruth, Thinking on all Thou'st borne, How mighty love and tender truth Were crowned with thorn. In songs of thanks I'll spend my breath For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings, Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death. Thy Passion, Lord, inspires My spirit day by day, With strength from all low dark desires To flee away. This thought I fain would cherish most, What pain my soul's redemption To Thee, O Saviour, cost. Whate'er the burden be, The cross upon me laid, Or want or shame, I look to Thee, Be Thou mine aid. Give patience, give me strength to take Thee for my bright example, And all the world forsake. Let me to others do, As thou hast done to me, Love them with love unfeigned and true, Their servant be Of willing heart, nor seek my own, But as Thou, Lord, hast helped us, From purest love alone. And let Thy sorrows cheer My soul when I depart; Give strength to cast away all fear, And tell my heart That since my trust is in Thy grace, Thou wilt accept me yonder, Where I shall see Thy face.
|First Line:||When sorrow and remorse|
|Title:||When sorrow and remorse|
|German Title:||Wenn meine Sünd' mich kränken|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1855)|