For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 37

Love Divine for Thee I languish,
Only Thou canst heal my care,
Only Thou canst ease my anguish,
Mitigate my sad despair:
Nothing in this low creation
Can my wretchedness remove,
All is sorrow and vexation,
Anguish all but Jesu's love.

Restless grief, and pain unceasing
Justly now the sinner claim:
Sin hath cursed my every blessing,
Turn'd my glory into shame,
Poison'd my sincerest pleasure,
Fill'd my soul with hellish smart,
Robb'd me of my heavenly treasure,
Forced the Saviour from my heart.

O my much offended Saviour,
May I still implore Thy grace?
Hope again to' obtain Thy favour,
Hope again to see Thy face?
Never, Lord, shall I believe it,
Till Thou dost the power impart,
Force my conscience to receive it,
Pardon stamp'd upon my heart.