Kai klausomen, kai praxomen

I have no tears to shed,

For grief my soul hath none;

My heart hath never bled

For aught of ill I've done;

I weep not when I hear Thee say

That sin hath carried me away.

I have no tears to shed;

Wilt Thou not touch my heart,

And bid sin's wounds run red,

And throb with bitter smart?

Then shall I lift my prayer, and say,

"Lord take my many sins away."

For Thou, O Lord, dost will

That all should seek Thy face,

That Thou mayest well fulfil

The promise of Thy grace. --

Who ever sought Thy love in vain,

Or failed Thy pardon to obtain?