O Lord, When My Sins Grieve Me

O Lord

when my sins grieve me

Then let my faith again

With thoughts of Thee re­lieve me

And of Thy dy­ing pain.

Upon the ho­ly cross’ wood

My weight of sin sus­tain­ing

The Lord my sure­ty stood.

O won­der with­out mea­sure

In faith’s en­light­ened eye!

For serv­ants ’twas the plea­sure

Of Christ their Lord to die!

The true—the sov­er­eign Lord of Heav­en

For me His ru­ined crea­ture

Himself to death hath giv­en.

Therefore shall my glad spir­it

Now and through all my days

For all Thy suf­fer­ing mer­it

O Je­su! bring Thee praise

Lord

for Thy death so sin­less

Thy love and truth most high!

Lord

may Thy cross at­tend me

Through all my mor­tal day

And from all thoughts de­fend me

That lead the heart as­tray;

That it may ne’er for­got­ten be

How great the price Thou gav­est

O Lord

to set me free!