1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent, Break, by Jesu’s cross subdued; See His body mangled, rent, Cover’d with a gore of blood! Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Murder’d God’s eternal Son! 2 Yes, our sins have done the deed, Drove the nails that fix Him here, Crown’d with thorns His sacred head, Pierced Him with a soldier’s spear, Made His soul a sacrifice; For a sinful world He dies. 3 Shall we let Him die in vain, Still to death pursue our God? Open tear His wounds again, Trample on