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==General information== | ==General information== | ||
This is an hymn by [[Charles Wesley]], published in ''Hymns on the Lord's Supper'', 1745, No. 23. | |||
==Settings by composers== | ==Settings by composers== | ||
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==Text and translations== | ==Text and translations== | ||
{{Text| | {{Text|English| | ||
1. Hearts of stone, relent, relent, | |||
Break by Jesus' cross subdued, | |||
See his body mangled, rent, | |||
Cover’d with a gore of blood! | |||
Sinful soul, what hast thou done? | |||
Murdered God’s eternal Son! | |||
2. Yes, our sins have done the deed, | |||
Drove the nails that fix him here, | |||
Crowned with thorns his sacred head, | |||
Pierced him with the soldier’s spear, | |||
}} | Made his soul a sacrifice; | ||
For a sinful world he dies. | |||
3. Shall we let him die in vain? | |||
Still to death pursue our God? | |||
Open tear his wounds again, | |||
Trample on his precious blood? | |||
No; with all our sins we part, | |||
Savior, take my broken heart!}} | |||
==External links == | ==External links == | ||
' | [https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/cswt/charles-published-verse Charles Wesley's Published Verse, at Duke.edu] | ||
[[Category:Text pages]] | [[Category:Text pages]] |
Revision as of 03:03, 30 March 2016
General information
This is an hymn by Charles Wesley, published in Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 1745, No. 23.
Settings by composers
- Samuel Babcock — Horeb English STB
- Stephen Jenks — Mount Calvary English SATB
- Benjamin Milgrove — Hearts of stone, relent English SATTB
Text and translations
English text
1. Hearts of stone, relent, relent,
Break by Jesus' cross subdued,
See his body mangled, rent,
Cover’d with a gore of blood!
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Murdered God’s eternal Son!
2. Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fix him here,
Crowned with thorns his sacred head,
Pierced him with the soldier’s spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice;
For a sinful world he dies.
3. Shall we let him die in vain?
Still to death pursue our God?
Open tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood?
No; with all our sins we part,
Savior, take my broken heart!