1 O God! have mercy upon me,
According to thy bounteous grace;
And in thy mercies multitude
My many trespasses efface.
2 O wash me throughly from my guilt,
And from my sin me purify:
3 For all my sins I freely own;
My sin is always in mine eye.
4 Against Thee, Thee alone I sinn'd,
This crime committed in thy sight;
So when Thou speakest, Thou art just,
Thy judgment stands intirely right.
5 Behold, I with abasement own,
I shap'd was in iniquity;
And that my mother stain'd with sin,
She ev'n in sin conceived me.
6 Behold, it is the truth that Thou
Desirest in the inward part:
O do Thou make me wisdom know
Within the secret of my heart.
7 With sprinkling hyssop cleanse Thy me,
And I will pure and spotless grow;
O wash and make me wholly clean;
And I shall whiter be than snow.
[2 Part]
9 Of joy and gladness make Thou me,
To hear again the welcome voice;
That so the bones which Thou hast broke
May happily again rejoyce.
9 From the beholding of my sins
For ever turn away thine eyes;
And do Thou utterly efface
All my abhor'd iniquities.
10 O GOD, create in me an heart
Both clean and holy in thy sight,
And in me, O do Thou renew
A spirit steady and upright.
Cast me not from thy face; nor take
Thy Holy Spirit now from me;
12 Restore me thy salvation's joy:
Uphold me with thy spirit free.
13 Then from a bless'd experience I
Will sinners teach thy happy ways;
And sinners shall converted be,
To Thee, to love, obey and praise.
[3 Part]
14 O GOD! of my salvation God!
Deliver me from guilt of blood;
And of thy saving righteousness
My joyful tongue will sing aloud.
15 Lord, open Thou these lips of mine,
Which by my sin fast closed are:
And then will my enlarged mouth
thy praises publickly declare
16 For Thou desir'st not sacrifice
Of beast, that I might bring to Thee;
Nor in burnt off'rings dost delight,
That Thou should'st them accept of me.
17 But 'tis a spirit broke for sin,
Is GOD's approved sacrifice:
A broken and a contrite heart
O GOD, Thou never wilt despise.
18 And now to Zion, O do good
In thy good pleasure bounteously;
And of our dear Jerusalem,
Do Thou build up the walls on high.
19 Then Thou shalt with the sacrifice
Of righteousness well pleased be;
Burnt off'rings, whole burnt off'rings, calves,
They'll at thine altar offer Thee.
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