6,6,6,6,6,6 tr., John Brownlie I I cannot lift mine eyes, For, O, my sin is great, -- High as the hills that rise Up, up to heaven's gate, -- I cannot lift mine eyes, So great my sin, so great. II But I would smite my breast, And bow me at the Cross, And well He knows the rest, My pain, my grief, my loss; -- Yea, I would smite my breast, And bow me at His Cross. III Mayhap when I have told The burden of my sin, He'll make my spirit bold, And speak, and soothe, and win; -- All this when I have told The burden of my sin. IV Then shall I lift mine eyes, And see the sin removed, And in the radiant skies Behold the Well Beloved; -- Then shall I lift mine eyes, And see my sin removed. |