Revenge Against My Sin

As I have been meditating on the death of Christ in our concluding messages in the book of John, I came across this hymn by Isaac Watts and found it helpful.

From Book II Hymn 106
Isaac Watts 

Oh, if my soul were 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 the cursed tree,

And groaned away a dying life

For thee, my soul, for thee.

Oh how I hate those lusts of mine

That crucified my God!

Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh

Fast to the fatal wood!

Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,

My heart has so decreed;

Nor will I spare the guilty things

That made my Savior bleed.

Whilst, with a melting, broken heart,

My murdered Lord I view,

I’ll raise revenge against my sins,

And slay the murderers too.