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Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d429 (1844) Hymnal Title: Parish Psalmody

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d441 (1848) Hymnal Title: Parish Psalmody

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #P51d (1830) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship #d473 (1848) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d484 (1843) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns for Public worship, Containing All the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts ... #d509 (1835) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns for Public worship, Containing All the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts ...

Psalm 51 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.121 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The 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

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #P51.4 (1835) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship #P51.3 (1845) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship

Original and actual sin confessed and pardoned

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #110 (1791) Hymnal Title: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes; Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise! 2 Should'st 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. 3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 4 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. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; O make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English

Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned

Hymnal: Psalms #51d (1793) Hymnal Title: Psalms First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes; Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise! 2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heav'n would approve thy veng'ance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 4 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. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; O make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English

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