411. Alas, My God! My Sins Are Great

1 Alas, my God! my sins are great,
My conscience doth upbraid me;
And now I find that at my strait
No man hath pow'r to aid me.

2 And fled I hence in my despair,
In some lone spot to hide me,
My griefs would still be with me there,
And peace still be denied me.

3 Lord, Thee I seek; I merit naught,
Yet pity and restore me;
Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot:
Thy Son hath suffered for me.

4 If pain and woe must follow sin,
Then be my path still rougher;
Here spare me not; if heaven I win,
On earth I gladly suffer.

5 But curb my heart, forgive my guilt,
Make Thou my patience firmer,
For they must miss the good Thou wilt,
Who at Thy chastenings murmur.

6 Then deal with me as pleaseth Thee,
Thy grace will help me bear it,
If but at last I see Thy rest
And with my Saviour share it.

7 The Father, Son, upon one throne,
And Holy Ghost together,
Receive my prayer, and let me share
Thy grace and truth forever.

Amen.

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First Line: Alas, my God! my sins are great
Title: Alas, My God! My Sins Are Great
Author: Martin Rutilius
Publication Date: 1937
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