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.