O Give Me Lord My Sins To Mourn


Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn–
My sins! which have thy body torn!
Give me, with broken heart, to see
Thy last tremendous agony.

O, could I gain the mountain’s height,
And gaze upon that bleeding sight!
O that, with Salem’s daughters, I
Could stand and see my Savior die!

I’d smite my breast, and weep and mourn,
And never from the cross return:
I’d weep o’er an expiring God,
And mix my tears with Jesus’s blood.

I’d hang around his cross, and cry
“Lord save a soul condemned to die!
O let a wretch come near thy throne,
“To plead the merits of thy Son.”

The Christian’s duty, exhibited in a series of hymns,