A Hymn to God the Father
Hear me, O God!A broken heartIs my best part.Use still thy rod,That I may proveTherein thy Love.
If thou hadst notBeen stern to me,But left me free,I had forgotMyself and thee.
For sin's so sweet,As minds ill-bentRarely repent,Until they meetTheir punishment.
Who more can craveThan thou hast done?That gav'st a Son,To free a slave,First made of nought;With all since bought.
Sin, Death, and HellHis glorious nameQuite overcame,Yet I rebelAnd slight the same.
But I'll come inBefore my lossMe farther toss,As sure to winUnder His cross.
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