A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#XXXIV

XXXIV. O thou that hear'st when sinners cry

1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold me now with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry 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'd from thy sight;
The saving strength, O Lord, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord( with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

6 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.

7 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

Text Information

• First Line: O thou that hear'st when sinners cry
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Penitential
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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