Hear Me, O God! A Broken Heart Is My Best Part. Use Still Thy Rod, That I May Prove Therein Thy Love. If Thou Hadst Not Been Stern To Me, But Left Me Free, I Had Forgot Myself And Thee. For Sin'S So Sweet, As Minds Ill-Bent Rarely Repent, Until They Meet Their Punishment. Who More Can Crave Than Thou Hast Done? That Gav'St A Son, To Free A Slave, First Made Of Nought; With All Since Bought. Sin, Death, And Hell His Glorious Name Quite Overcame, Yet I Rebel And Slight The Same. But I'll Come In Before My Loss Me Farther Toss, As Sure To Win Under His Cross.