Lord Jesus, look on me, I pray
As once on Peter Thou didst gaze,
That I may learn repentance.
Jesus, Thy glance great wonders wrought,
Peter to penitence it brought.
May it to me be granted.
Jesus, my sinning wounds Thy heart,
To Thee pain on pain impart,
How blind I am and heedless!
Therefore, 0 Jesus, look on me,
That what through sin I do to Thee
may with shame acknowledge.
O look on me, so Jet me see
How sad Thy heart because of me,
Then will my heart start mourning.
I beg of Thee, grant me to see
Thy look of grief; Lord, come to me,
Make me repent my sinning.
Because this happened to Peter, his heart was seized by such love that he had
to cry: 'I love Thee. I cannot do anything but love Thee. My heart and my
whole being, everything that I am and have—all I can do is give it to Thee."
And Peter made good his word in all that followed.
That is the mark of the great love which is born of repentance. It wants to be
with Him whom it loves, no matter what it costs. It even longs to tread the
path of sufferings. It aspires never to forsake Him.