For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 34

O That I could repent,
O that I could believe!
Thou by Thy voice the marble rent,
The rock in sunder cleave;
Thou by Thy two-edged sword
My soul and spirit part;
Strike with the hammer of Thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.

Saviour and Prince of Peace,
The double grace bestow,
Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:
Grant me my sins to feel,
And then the load remove,
Wound, and pour in my wounds to heal,
The balm of pardoning love.

Or, if Thou wilt, keep back
That joyous sense of grace,
But let me now my sins forsake,
And hate all evil ways;
Hate with a perfect hate
Whatever thwarts Thy will,
And groan beneath my guilty weight,
And bear my burden still.

Do with me as Thou wilt,
But leave me not to' increase
My debt of old contracted guilt,
My load of wickedness:
Save me from farther sin,
From farther misery,
And fix a mighty gulf between
The cursed thing and me.

For Thy own mercy sake,
The cursed thing remove;
And into Thy protection take
The prisoner of Thy love:
In every trying hour
Stand by my feeble soul,
And screen me from my nature's power
Till Thou hast made me whole.

This is Thy will, I know,
That I should holy be,
Should let my sin this moment go,
This moment turn to Thee;
O might I now embrace
Thine all-sufficient power,
And never more to sin give place,
And never grieve Thee more