Oh, If My Soul Was Formed for Woe by Isaac Watts, 1707 REPENTANCE—Rollo Oh, If My Soul Was Formed for Woe 1 Oh, if my soul was formed for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow, From both my streaming eyes. ’Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on that cursed tree, And groaned away His dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee.