1 And now the Scales have left mine Eyes,
Now I begin to see;
Oh the curs'd Deeds my Sins have done!
What murd'rous Things they be!

2 Were these the Traitors, dearest Lord,
That thy fair Body tore?
Monsters, that stain'd those heav'nly Limbs
With Floods of purple Gore?

3 Was it for Crimes that I had done,
My dearest Lord was slain,
When Justice seiz'd God's only Son,
And put his Soul to Pain?

4 Forgive my Guilt, O Prince of Peace,
I'll wound my God no more;
Hence from my Heart, ye Sins, be gone,
For Jesus I adore.

5 Furnish me, Lord, with heav'nly Arms
From Grace's Magazine,
And I'll proclaim eternal War
With ev'ry darling Sin.