1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are grea,t but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found?
3 Oh wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain mine eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgement grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
5 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.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
|First Line:||Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive|
|Title:||A Penitent pleading for Pardon|
|Topic:||Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion: restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from Sin; Christ: faith in his blood(14 more...)|