Hear me, O God!
 A broken heart
 Is my best part.
 Use still thy rod,
 That I may prove
 Therein thy Love.

 If thou hadst not
 Been stern to me,
 But left me free,
 I had forgot
 Myself and thee.

 For sin's so sweet,
 As minds ill-bent
 Rarely repent,
 Until they meet
 Their punishment.

 Who more can crave
 Than thou hast done?
 That gav'st a Son,
 To free a slave,
 First made of nought;
 With all since bought.

 Sin, Death, and Hell
 His glorious name
 Quite overcame,
 Yet I rebel
 And slight the same.

 But I'll come in
 Before my loss
 Me farther toss,
 As sure to win
 Under His cross.