O’er Thine erring Israel poured,
Crieth out in bitter moan,
“O loved city, hadst thou known
This thy day of visitation,
Thou wouldst not reject salvation.”
By the love Thy tears are telling,
O Thou Lamb for sinners slain,
Make my heart Thy temple dwelling,
Purged from every guilty stain!
O forgive, forgive my sin!