Oh that I could repent,
With all my idols part,
And to Thy gracious eye present,
An humble, contrite heart!

A heart with grief opprest,
For having grieved my God;
A troubled heart, that cannot rest
Till sprinkled with Thy blood.

Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire;
With true sincerity of woe,
My aching heart inspire.

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