1 O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banish from Thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let me now come near Thy throne,
To plead the merits of Thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
Look down, O Lord with pitying eye
And save the soul condemned to die.
6 O may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.
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First Line: | O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Repentance |
Notes: | I. Watts, a. |