Jesus, let Thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to Thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep. Let me be by grace restored; On me be all long-suff'ring shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Saviour, 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. For Thine own compassion's sake, The gracious wonder show; Cast my sins behind Thy back, And wash me white as snow: If Thy bowels now are stirr'd, If now I do myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FLOWERY ALCHEMIST by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WRESTLERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE FLOWER-GATHERERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOVE AFTER SORROW by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE CHAMBER by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |