Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

Oh that I could repent!
With all my idols part,
And to Thy gracious eye present,
A humble contrite heart.

A heart with grief oppressed,
For having grieved my God;
A troubled heart that cannot rest,
Till sprinkled with Thy blood.

Jesus on me bestow
The penitent desire:
With true sincerity of woe
My aching breast inspire.

With soft’ning pity look,
And melt my hardness down;
Strike the love’s resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone.