For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 16

O Jesus, my Hope,
When wilt Thou lift up
A lost sinner that lies at Thy feet?
If Thou cast out my prayer,
I shall die in despair,
And sink into the bottomless pit.

Thou know'st my sad case,
I am fallen from grace,
And possess'd by a spirit unclean;
I have lost all my power,
I am every hour
Dropping into the Tophet of sin.

How weak was my heart
With my Saviour to part,
Who had sprinkled me once with His blood!
Yet I threw off His yoke,
And presumptuously broke
From the arms of a merciful God.

Now I languish in vain
Thy love to regain,
But find for repentance no place:
Thou hast left me to mourn,
And I cannot return,
Or recover Thy forfeited grace.

Ah! what shall I say?
I have squander'd away
My portion of mercy Divine;
I have sinn'd in Thy sight,
I have done Thee despite,
And gone back to my husks, and my swine.

Nothing is there in me
Thy glory can see,
But the fulness of passion and pride;
My heart is unclean,
My whole nature is sin,
In the confines of hell I abide.

O how shall I move
Thy compassion and love
To consider my desperate grief?
I can only confess
My sin and distress,
And go out of myself for relief.

To the Fountain I go,
Which so freely did flow
In pardons from Jesus's side:
O my Saviour, and God,
Let the water and blood
Be again to my conscience applied.

Do not look upon me
But as ransom'd by Thee;
Remember, O Lord, what Thou art:
A mere sinner I am,
But I call on Thy name,
I appeal to Thy pitiful heart.

Now, now let me die,
At Thy feet while I lie,
Delight, if Thou canst, in my death,
But I surely shall feel,
Ere I fall into hell,.
That the arms of Thy love are beneath.