To think it might be done,
If I but cast myself upon
The merits of His Son.
III
I said, “Ah God, receive
The sacrifice I bring—
A broken and a contrite heart,
That is my offering;
And for His sake Who came
To bear the Cross of pain,
To think it might be done,
If I but cast myself upon
The merits of His Son.
I said, “Ah God, receive
The sacrifice I bring—
A broken and a contrite heart,
That is my offering;
And for His sake Who came
To bear the Cross of pain,