1 And now the scales have left mine eyes, Now I begin to see; O the curs'd deeds my sins have done! What murderous things they be!
2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore? Monsters, that stain'd those heavenly limbs With floods of purple gore?
3 Was it for crimes that I had done My dearest Lord was slain When justice seiz'd God's only Son, And put his soul to pain?
4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace, I'll wound my God no more; Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone, For Jesus I adore.
5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms From grace's magazine, And I'll proclaim eternal war With every darling sin.