Come O Thou All Victorious Lord
Come, O thou all-victorious Lord;
Thy power to us make known:
Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break these hearts of stone.
O that we all might now begin
Our foolishness to mourn;
And turn at once from every sin,
And to my Saviour turn.
Give us ourselves and thee to know
In this your gracious day;
Repentance unto life bestow,
And take our sins away.
Conclude us first in unbelief,
And freely then release;
Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And then with sacred peace.
Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve,
And then enrich the poor;
The knowledge of our sickness give,
The knowledge of our cure.
That blessed sense of guilt impart,
And then remove the load;
Trouble, and wash the troubled heart
In the atoning blood.
Our desperate state through sin declare,
And speak our sins forgiven:
By perfect holiness prepare,
And take us up to heaven.