For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 22

Turn, Thou Friend of sinners, turn
On my soul Thy gracious eye,
Let me for Thy glory mourn,
For Thine injured honour cry:
Melt me by Thy pitying look,
Me who have my Lord forsook.

Come Thou greater than my heart,
Come, and now the stone remove,
Now the bitter grief impart,
Grief at having grieved Thy love,
Thee so faithlessly denied,
Thee so often crucified!

Worldly grief be far away,
Trouble at my sufferings here!
Huge affliction, sore dismay,
Burning shame, and racking fear,
These are but my lightest load:
I have sinn'd against my God.

O that this might swallow up
All my pains, and griefs, and fears!
I have made my God to stoop,
Made Thee lose Thy precious tears,
Made Thee shed Thy blood again,
Die ten thousand times in vain.

Help me, O Thou Man of woe,
Now to feel my misery:
Now the gracious token show,
Let me now lament for Thee,
Grieve for all that I have done,
Weep for Thy dear sake alone.

Hence let all my troubles rise,
Hence let all my sorrows flow,
Stream the fountains of my eyes,
Heave my breast with endless woe,
Feel my flesh the killing smart,
Fail my spirit, and break my heart I