1 Jesu, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to my vows, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep:
Let me be by grace restor'd,
On me be all long-suff'ring shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

2 Saviour, Prince enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,
The humble contrite heart:
Give what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy grief unknown:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3 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 stirr'd,
If I now myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

4 See me, Saviour, 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.

5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd
The first apostate man,
Saw him welt'ing in his blood,
And bade him rise again;
Speak my paradise restor'd,
Redeem me by thy grace alone:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

6 Look, as when thy languid eye
Was clos'd that we might live;
"Father," (at the point to die,
My Saviour gasp'd) "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.