Savior, Prince of Israel’s Race

Savior

Prince of Is­ra­el’s race

See me from Thy lof­ty throne;

Give the sweet re­lent­ing grace

Soften this ob­du­rate stone!

Stone to flesh

O God

con­vert;

Cast a look

and break my heart!

By Thy Spir­it

Lord

re­prove

All my in­most sins re­veal

Sins against Thy light and love

Let me see

and let me feel;

Sins that cru­ci­fied my God

Spilt again Thy pre­cious blood.

Jesu

seek Thy wan­der­ing sheep

Make me rest­less to re­turn;

Bid me look on Thee

and weep

Bitterly as Pe­ter mourn

Till I say

by grace re­stored

Now Thou know’st I love Thee

Lord

Might I in Thy sight ap­pear

As the pub­li­can dis­tressed

Stand

not dar­ing to draw near

Smite on my un­wor­thy breast

Groan the sin­ner’s on­ly plea

God

be mer­ci­ful to me!

O re­mem­ber me for good

Passing through the mor­tal vale!

Show me the aton­ing blood

When my strength and spir­it fail;

Give my gasp­ing soul to see

Jesus cru­ci­fied for me!