A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CIV

CIV. Lord, I would spread my sore distress

1 LORD, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy law, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

2 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.

3 Born in a world of guilt, I drew,
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew,
A juster prey for death.

4 Cleanse me, O LORD, and chear my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my sins remove.

5 Let not thy spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.

6 Then will I make thy mercy known,
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to GOD again.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 51
• Topic: After Sermon

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