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1. 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.
2. 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.
3. In restoring love again,
O Jesus, visit me,
Give me back that pleasing pain,
That blessed misery:
Now thy tendering grace afford,
And make me thine afflicted one:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
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4. Harder than the flinty rock
My stubborn heart remains,
Till I feel thy mercy’s stroke,
I only bite my chains,
Sinning on, though self-abhorred,
As devils in their chains I groan:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
5. 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 stirred,
If now I would myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
6. 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.
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7. Look, as when thine eye pursued
The first apostate man,
Saw him weltering in his blood,
And bad him rise again;
Speak my paradise restored,
Redeem me by thy grace alone:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
8. Look, as when thy pity saw
Thine own in a strange land,
Forced to obey the tyrant’s law,
And feel his heavy hand:
Speak the soul-redeeming word,
And out of Egypt call thy son;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
9. Look, as when thy weeping eye
The bloody city viewed,
Those, who stoned and doomed to die
The prophets, and their God:
I deserve their sad reward,
But this my gracious day I own:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
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10. Look, as when thy grace beheld
The harlot in distress,
Dried her tears, her pardon sealed;
And bade her go in peace:
Foul like her, and self-abhorred,
I at thy feet for mercy groan:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
11. Look, as when condemned for them
Thou didst thy followers see,
"Daughters of Jerusalem,
Weep for yourselves, not me!"
Am I by my God deplored,
And shall I not myself bemoan?
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
12, Look, as when thy languid eye
Was closed that we might live,
Father, at the point to die
My Savior gasped, forgive!
Surely with that dying word
He turns, and looks, and cries 'Tis done!
O my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou breakest my heart of stone!
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