And Now the Scales Have Left Mine Eyes

And now the scales have left mine eyes

Now I be­gin to see:

Oh the curs­ed deeds my sins have done!

What mur­der­ous things they be!

Were these the trai­tors

dear­est Lord

That Thy fair bo­dy tore?

Monsters

that stained those heav’n­ly limbs

With floods of crim­son gore!

Was it for crimes that I had done

My dear­est Lord was slain

When jus­tice seized God’s on­ly Son

And put His soul to pain?

Forgive my guilt

O Prince of Peace

I’ll wound my God no more;

Hence from my heart

ye sins

be­gone

For Je­sus I adore.

Furnish me

Lord

with heav’n­ly arms

From grace’s ma­ga­zine

And I’ll pro­claim eter­nal war

With ev­ery dar­ling sin.