Jesus, let Thy pi­ty­ing eye
Call back a wan­der­ing sheep;
False to Thee, like Pe­ter, I
Would fain, like Pe­ter, weep.
Let me be by grace re­stored;
On me be all long-suf­fer­ing shown;
Turn, and look up­on me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

Savior, 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.

See me, Sa­vior, from above,
Nor suf­fer me to die;
Life, and hap­pi­ness, and love
Drop from Thy gra­cious eye;
Speak the rec­on­cil­ing word,
And let Thy mer­cy melt me down;
Turn, and look up­on me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

Look, as when Thy lan­guid eye
Was closed that we might live;
Fa­ther, at the point to die
My Sav­ior prayed, for­give!
Surely, with that dy­ing word,
He turns, and looks, and cries, ’Tis done!
O my bleed­ing, lov­ing Lord,
Thou break’st my heart of stone!