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.