For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 3

Fallen from Thy pardoning grace
How shall I for mercy cry?
How presume to seek Thy face,
I, the deep revolter I!
Harden'd in my sins I am,
Conscience I, alas! have none,
Lost my sense of guilt and shame:
All my heart is turn'd to stone.

Now I sin without remorse,
Greedily my death drink down,
Now I as the headlong horse
Violently in sin rush on;
Shipwreck'd is my faith and hope,
All my pangs, I find, are o'er,
Doubly dead, and rooted up;
Godly sorrow is no more.

Once I could lament my state,
At the feet of Jesus cast,
Now my sins have lost their weight,
All that blessed grief is past.
Conscience sear'd no longer cries;
Senseless I of ruin near
See my doom with stony eyes,
Eyes that cannot drop a tear.

O that I at once had gone
Singly damn'd to my own place!
O that I had never known
Christ the way of righteousness!
Less my punishment had been,
Had His blood been ne'er applied,
Had I perish'd in my sin,
Unconcern'd in Egypt died.

Desperate soul, what must I do,
Damn'd I am while here I breathe:
Who shall now deliver? who
Can redeem me from this death?
Jesus, Thou art still the Way,
Now as yesterday the same,
Could I but for mercy pray,
Coming as at first I came.

Fallen as I am once more,
Friend of sinners, look on me,
To my lost estate restore,
Let me know my misery
Let me now, even now begin,
As when first I sought Thy face,
Saw the sinfulness of sin,
Felt the want of pardoning grace.

Give me back my guilty load,
Give me back my earnest moans,
Restless thirstings after God,
Deep, unutterable groans,
Plaintive wailings, humble fears,
Griefs, which tongue could not declare,
All the eloquence of tears,
All the prevalence of prayer.

Saviour, Prince, enthroned on high,
Penitence and peace to give,
Cast, O cast a pitying eye,
Breathe, and these dry bones shall live.
I shall at Thy word repent,
Let but Thy good Spirit blow,
My hard heart shall then relent,
Water from the rock shall flow.

Look with that soul piercing look,
(Full of goodness as Thou art,)
Look, as when Thy pity broke
Poor unfaithful Peter's heart!
Kindly for my sin upbraid
Me who have my Lord denied,
Him, who suffer'd in my stead,
Him, who for His murderer died.

Jesus, Master, dying Lord,
Infinite Thy mercies are,
Let me be again restored,
Once again Thy blessing share. -
And that I the grace may keep,
Never more my Lord deny,
Bid me now, this moment, weep,
Weep, believe, and love — and die!