When o’er My Sins I Sorrow

When o’er my sins I sor­row

Lord

I will look to Thee

And hence my com­fort bor­row

That Thou wast slain for me;

Yea

Lord

Thy pre­cious blood was spilt

For me

O most un­wor­thy

To take away my guilt.

Oh

what a mar­vel­ous of­fer­ing!

Behold

the Mas­ter spares

His serv­ants

and their suf­fer­ing

And grief for them He bears.

God stoop­eth from His throne on high;

For me

His guil­ty crea­ture

He deigns as man to die.

My ma­ni­fold trans­gress­ion

Henceforth can harm me none

Since Je­sus’ bloody pas­sion

For me God’s grace hath won.

His pre­cious blood my debts hath paid;

Of hell and all its tor­ments

I am no more afraid.

Therefore I will for­ev­er

Give glo­ry un­to Thee

O Je­sus

lov­ing Sav­ior

For what Thou didst for me.

I’ll spend my breath in songs of thanks

For Thy sad cry

Thy suf­fer­ings

Thy wrongs

Thy guilt­less death.