Preparation for Death, 2

Saviour, lavish of Thy blood,
My poor stony heart to win,
Must I faint beneath the load
Of this base, ungrateful sin?
Thou who didst my burdens bear,
All my burdens to remove,
Wilt Thou leave me in despair,
Let me die without Thy love?

No: Thy passion answers no:
Since Thou couldst expire for me,
I shall Thy salvation know,
Thy indulgent goodness see;
Apprehended of my Lord,
I my Lord shall apprehend:
True and gracious is the word,
Hope and love are in my end.

On Thy bleeding passion stay'd,
On Thy faithful mercy cast,
By my sin so long delay'd,
Thee I shall receive at last;
In my loving heart receive,
Which Thou didst so dearly buy;
Here a happy moment live,
Sure of life eternal die.

Grant me this, I ask no more:
Then the balmy grace exert,
Then bestow the loving power,
When my soul and body part;
In the bond of perfectness
Knit my loving soul to Thee,
Then indulged to die in peace,
God I shall for ever see.