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.
|First Line:||Show pity Lord--O Lord, forgive|
|Topic:||The Christian System: Repentance and Faith; Condemned, but Pleading the Promises|