Jesus, let Thy pitying eye
Call back a wand’ring sheep;
False to Thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restored;
On me be all long suff’ring shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

Savior, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me through Thy dying love,
The humble contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of Thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

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