Matthew 26: The dire occasion of my fall

The dire occasion of my fall
O may I still, like Peter, fly.
My Saviour's words to mind recall.
And feel the influence of His eye I
My sins and past unfaithfulness
I would at Jesus' feet deplore,
Till comforted by pardoning grace
I rise, and trust my heart no more.

Jesus, almighty to convert.
On me Thy conquering mercy show,
Strike by Thy love this rocky heart.
And bid the contrite waters flow:
But let me still embrace Thy feet,
Weep on, when graciously forgiven,
Till Thou exalt me to Thy seat,
And dry these gracious tears in heaven.