For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 32

O That I could revere
My much offended God!
O that I could but stand in fear
Of Thy afflicting rod!
The rod I long have borne;
O may I dread the pain,
And never more to folly turn,
And never sin again!

Remembering my distress,
The wormwood and the gall,
For help against my wickedness
On Thee I humbly call:
Whom mercy cannot draw
Thou by Thy threatenings move,
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.

Show me the naked sword
Impendent o'er my head,
And let me tremble at Thy word,
And to my ways take heed:
With sacred horror fly
From every sinful snare,
Nor ever in my Judge's eye
My Judge's anger dare.

Thou great, tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart,
The grace be now on me bestow'd,
The tender fleshly heart:
For Jesu's sake alone
The stony heart remove,
And melt at last, O melt me down
Into the mould of love.