Hymn 2:106 [Oh, If My Soul Was Form'd For Woe]

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Title:     Hymn 2:106 [Oh, If My Soul Was Form'd For Woe]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Repentance at the cross.

Oh, if my soul was form'd for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groan'd away a dying life,
For thee, my soul, for thee.

O how I hate those lusts of mine
That crucify'd my God,
Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,
My heart has so decreed,
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

Whilst with a melting broken heart
My murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:106 [Oh, If My Soul Was Form'd For Woe]

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