Full Lyrics
1. Alas, my aching heart!
Here the keen torment lies;
It racks my waking hours with smart,
And frights my slumbering eyes.
2. Guilt will be hid no more;
My griefs take vent apace;
The crimes that blot my conscience o'er
Flush crimson in my face.
3. My sorrows, like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into Thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.
4. This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord;
Could rush with violence on to sin.
In presence of Thy sword.
5. How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies,
The calls, the tenders, of a God,
And mercy's loudest cries!
6. He offers all his grace,
And all his heaven to me;
Offers! But 'tis to senseless brass,
That cannot feel nor see.
