214 REPENTANCE - traditional

Denson Revision
to the Cooper book version of this tune


Oh, if my soul was formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes.

'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on that cursed tree,
Abd groaned away his dying life,
For thee, my soul, for thee.