Whene'er in act or word,

Slighting Thy warning grace,

Like Peter, I deny Thee, Lord,

Toward me turn Thy face.

Yea, Master, turn and look

On me in love untold:

Cast that same searching glance, which broke

The Apostle's heart of old;

Until with weeping eyes

I gaze toward Thy heaven:

Then, Saviour, speak the word, "Arise!

Arise, restored, forgiven!"