7s & 6s. 1 JESU, let thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain, like Peter, weep: Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long-suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
2 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.
3 See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die; Life, and happiness, and love Drop from thy gracious eye: Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
4 Look, as when thine eye pursued Thy first apostate man, Saw him weltering in his blood, And bade him rise again: Speak my paradise restored, Redeem me by thy grace alone; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
5 Look, as when thy pity saw Thine own in a strange land, Forced to obey the tyrant's law, And feel his heavy hand: Speak the soul-redeeming word, And out of Egypt call thy son; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
6 Look, as when thy grace beheld The harlot in distress, Dried her tears, her pardon sealed, And bade her go in peace: Vile, like her, and self-abhorred, I at thy feet for mercy groan; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
7 Look, as when thy languid eye Was closed, that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die My Saviour gasped) "forgive!" Surely, with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, "'Tis done!" O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st my heart of stone!
