The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#Ps.118

Ps.118. Psalm 51 Part 1

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.

Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Text Information

• First Line: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
• Title: Psalm 51 Part 1
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806
• Scripture:
  Psalm 51
• Topic: Christ: Our Hope; Wickedness: of man; Confession: of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience: its guilt relieved; Faith: in the blood of Christ; Guilt: of conscience relieved; Sacrifice; Backsliding soul: restored; Blood: of Christ cleansing from sin; Christ: faith in his blood; Distress: relieved; Pardon: of original and actual sin; Priesthood of Christ; Repentance: and faith in the blood of Christ; Sin: original and actual, confessed and pardoned; Spirit: his teaching desired

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