O That I Could Repent

O that I could re­pent!

O that I could be­lieve!

Thou by Thy voice the mar­ble rent

The rock in sun­der cleave!

Thou

by Thy two-edged sword

My soul and spir­it part

Strike with the ham­mer of Thy Word

And break my stub­born heart!

Savior

and Prince of Peace

The dou­ble grace be­stow;

Unloose the bands of wick­ed­ness

And let the cap­tive go:

Grant me my sins to feel

And then the load re­move:

Wound

and pour in

my wounds to heal

The balm of par­don­ing love.

For Thy own mer­cy’s sake

The curs­èd thing re­move;

And in­to Thy pro­tect­ion take

The pri­son­er of Thy love:

In ev­ery try­ing hour

Stand by my fee­ble soul;

And screen me from my na­ture’s pow­er

Till Thou hast made me whole.

This is Thy will

I know

That I should ho­ly be

Should let my sin this mo­ment go

This mo­ment turn to Thee:

O might I now em­brace

Thy all-suf­fi­cient pow­er;

And nev­er more to sin give place

And nev­er grieve Thee more!