Jesus, let Thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to Thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep. Let me be by grace restored; On me be all long-suff'ring shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through Thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: Give what I have long implored, A portion of Thy grief unknown: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. For Thine own compassion's sake, The gracious wonder show; Cast my sins behind Thy back, And wash me white as snow: If Thy bowels now are stirr'd, If now I do myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 13. CUPID IS A WARRIOR by PHILIP AYRES MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |