1 Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive!
Let a repenting rebel live.
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not the contrite trust in thee?
2 With shame my num'rous sins I trace
Against thy law, against thy grace;
And, though my pray'r thou shouldst not hear,
My doom is just, and thou art clear.
3 Yet save a penitent, O Lord!
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Seeks for some precious promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
4 My sins are great, but don't surpass
The riches of eternal grace.
Great God! thy nature hath no bound:
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
5 O wash my soul from ev'ry stain,
Nor let the guilt I mourn remain.
Give me to hear thy pard'ning voice.
And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.
6 Then shall thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;
And ev'ry power shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Show pity Lord! O Lord, forgive |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Repentance and Conversion |
Notes: | Public Domain. |