Wesley Corpus

Jesus, let thy pitying eye Call back a wandring sheep, False to thee like Peter I Would fain like Peter weep: Let me be by grace restor'd, On me be all long-suffering shewn; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Saviour, Prince enthron'd above, Repentance to impart, Give me thro' thy dying love The humble contrite heart: Give what I have long implor'd, A portion of thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.75 In restoring love again, O Jesus, visit me, Give me back that pleasing pain, That blessed misery: Now thy tendering grace afford, And make me thine afflicted one: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Harder than the flinty rock My stubborn heart remains, 'Till I feel thy mercy's stroke, I only bite my chains, Sinning on, though self-abhor'd, As devils in their chains I groan: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 74Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Occasional Hymns, 10-13; and MS Shent, 58a-59a. 75Ori., ends this and next nine stanzas: "Turn, and look, c." Page 122 For thine own compassion's sake The gracious wonder shew, Cast my sins behind thy back, And wash me white as snow; If thy bowels now are stir'd, If now I would myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die, Life, and happiness, and love Drop from thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when thine eye pursued The first apostate man, Saw him weltring in his blood, And bad him rise again; Speak my paradise restor'd, Redeem me by thy grace alone: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when thy pity saw Thine own in a strange land, Forc'd t' obey the tyrant's law, And feel his heavy hand: Speak the soul-redeeming word, And out of Egypt call thy son; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.