109 When O'er My Sins I Sorrow

1 When o'er my sins I sorrow, Lord, I will look to you And hence my comfort borrow That you were slain for me. Your precious blood was offered For me, oh, most unworthy, To take away my guilt. 2 Oh, what a marv'lous off'ring! Behold, the Master spares His servants, and their suff'ring And grief for them he bears. Our God comes down from heaven; For me, his guilty creature, He deigns as man to die. 3 My manifold transgression Henceforth can harm me none Since Jesus' bloody passion For me God's grace has won. His blood my debt has canceled; Of hell and all its torments I am no more afraid. 4 Therefore I will forever Give thanks continually, O Jesus, loving Savior, For what you did for me. I'll spend my breath in praises For your sad cry, your suff'rings, Your wounds, your guiltless death.