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Psalm 51 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 49 hymnals First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics:
Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.
Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.
Topics: Christ Our Hope; Wickedness of man; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Faith in the blood of Christ; Guilt of conscience relieved; Sacrifice; Backsliding soul restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from sin; Christ faith in his blood; Distress relieved; Pardon of original and actual sin; Priesthood of Christ; Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned; Spirit his teaching desired Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13
Psalm 51 Part 1
Psalm 51 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.121 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics:
Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.
Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.
Topics: Christ Our Hope; Wickedness of man; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Faith in the blood of Christ; Guilt of conscience relieved; Sacrifice; Backsliding soul restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from sin; Christ faith in his blood; Distress relieved; Pardon of original and actual sin; Priesthood of Christ; Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned; Spirit his teaching desired Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 1
