Jesus, let Thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to Thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep. Let me be by grace restored; On me be all long suff'ring shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me through Thy dying love, The humble contrite heart: Give what I have long implored, A portion of Thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.