399. Show pity Lord--O Lord, forgive

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?

2 My crimes are great, but don'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 offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, 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 hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there--
Some sure support against despair.

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First Line: Show pity Lord--O Lord, forgive
Author: Watts
Meter: L. M.
Publication Date: 1873
Scripture: ; ; ;
Topic: The Christian System: Repentance and Faith; Condemned, but Pleading the Promises
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