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 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
3 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With Thy forgiving love;
And make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
4 Let not Thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from Thy face;
Create anew my sinful heart,
And fill it with Thy grace.
Source: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #88
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|The Cyber Hymnal #3829||Lord, I Would Spread My Sore Distress||Lord, I would spread my sore distress||WINDSOR||Isaac Watts||CM||<cite>The Psalms of David</cite>, 1719|