The bleeding and wounded Heart

O Lord, how sad's the case of Man,
By reason of the Fall!
His heart is hard, that nothing can,
Alas, pierce it at all,

Until the time doth come when he
God's power within does know;
O then he doth, Lord, seek to thee,
Not knowing what to do.

O happy Souls, who pierc'd have been,
And broken thoroughly,
In the true sight and sense of sin,
And do on Christ rely.

Such who are broken, thou wilt head,
Who the Physician art,
Thou wilt not cast off any such
Who have a contrite heart.

Let Sinners, Lord, die unto sin,
Wound them, O Lord, we pray!
And let them find Soul-life within,
And comfort ev'ry day.

O bless thy Word, and let it be
Salvation to the Poor;
And we thy Praises, Lord, will sing
Now and for evermore.