O’er Jerusalem Thou Weepest

O’er Je­ru­sa­lem Thou weep­est

In com­pass­ion

dear­est Lord

Love di­vine

of love the deep­est

O’er Thine err­ing Is­ra­el poured

Crieth out in bit­ter moan:

O loved ci­ty

hadst thou known

This thy day of vis­it­ation

Thou wouldst not re­ject sal­va­tion.

By the love Thy tears are tell­ing

O Thou Lamb for sin­ners slain

Make my heart Thy tem­ple dwell­ing

Purged from ev­ery guil­ty stain.

Oh

for­give

for­give my sin!

Cleanse me

cleanse me

Lord

with­in!

I am Thine since Thou hast sought me

Since Thy pre­cious blood hath bought me.

O Thou Lord of my sal­va­tion

Grant my soul Thy blood-bought peace.

By Thy tears of la­men­ta­tion

Bid my faith and love in­crease.

Grant me grace to love Thy Word

Grace to keep the mes­sage heard

Grace to own Thee as my trea­sure

Grace to love Thee with­out mea­sure.