1 In hopelessness and near despair, I cry to you, my Savior!
My guilt is more than I can bear. I have not earned your favor.
You know me as I really am: How much is truth, how much is sham;
Why should you heed my pleading?
2 I see my heart’s condition now, My heart’s diverse affections.
Why do I love the things you loathe; I’m torn in two directions:
Now prodigal, now Pharisee. O God, be merciful to me;
Who else but you can help me?
3 I tremble as I feel your hand, Expecting retribution,
Yet hear no curse or reprimand, But grace and absolution:
With you there is forgiveness, Lord, You speak the sweet, consoling Word,
And I am sure you love me!
4 Forgiven, free of guilt and shame, Grant me some time to render
A gift to glorify your name, Love to reflect your splendor:
This world must know what I have learned, That you bestow what none has earned: The joy of full forgiveness!