IW
Verse 1
And now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I begin to see;
O the curs’d deeds my sins have done!
What murderous things they be!
Verse 2
Were these the traitors, dearest Lord,
That thy fair body tore?
Monsters, that stain’d those heavenly limbs
With floods of purple gore?
Verse 3
Was it for crimes that I had done
My dearest Lord was slain
When justice seiz’d God’s only Son,
And put his soul to pain?
Verse 4
Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace,
I’ll wound my God no more;
Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone,
For Jesus I adore.
Verse 5
Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms
From grace’s magazine,
And I’ll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.
Isaac Watts, “And Now the Scales Have Left Mine Eyes”