824    L.M.     J. Hart
“Reproach hath broken my heart.” Ps. 69. 20

1 O that our flinty hearts could melt,
  While to remembrance, Lord, we call
  Part of that weight which thou hast felt;
  For who can comprehend it all?

2 Ye sinners, while these symbols dear
  Present your suffering Lord to view,
  Drop the soft tribute of a tear,
  For he shed many a tear for you.

3 In the sad garden, on the wood,
  His body bruised, from every part
  Poured on the ground a purple flood,
  Till sorrow broke his tender heart.

4 Lord, while we thus show forth thy death,
  O send thy Spirit from above;
  Help us to feed on thee by faith,
  And sigh, and sing, and mourn, and love.