This heart so hard before;
I hear thee for the guilty plead,
And grief o'erflows the more.
3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,
And I a sinner stand;
What love speaks from thy dying eye,
And from each pierced hand!
4 I know this cleansing blood of thine
Was shed, dear Lord, for me;
For me, for all--oh, grace divine!--