By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 O THAT I could repent!
      With all my idols part,
      And to thy gracious eye present
      A humble, contrite heart;
      A heart with grief opprest
      For having grieved my God,
      A troubled heart that cannot rest,
      Till sprinkled with thy blood.

      2 Jesus, on me bestow
      The penitent desire;
      With true sincerity of woe
      My aching breast inspire;
      With softening pity look,
      And melt my hardness down,
      Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,
      And break this heart of stone!