Jesus, Let Thy Pitying Eye

Jesus

let Thy pi­ty­ing eye

Call back a wan­der­ing sheep;

False to Thee

like Pe­ter

I

Would fain

like Pe­ter

weep.

Let me be by grace re­stored;

On me be all long-suf­fer­ing 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.

See me

Sa­vior

from above

Nor suf­fer me to die;

Life

and hap­pi­ness

and love

Drop from Thy gra­cious eye;

Speak the rec­on­cil­ing word

And let Thy mer­cy melt me down;

Turn

and look up­on me

Lord

And break my heart of stone.

Look

as when Thy lan­guid eye

Was closed that we might live;

Fa­ther

at the point to die

My Sav­ior prayed

for­give!

Surely

with that dy­ing word

He turns

and looks

and cries

’Tis done!

O my bleed­ing

lov­ing Lord

Thou break’st my heart of stone!