O Thou that hear�st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem�ry from Thy book.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let Thy good Spirit ne�er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without Thy light
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near Thy throne,
To plead the merits of Thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne�er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I�ll lead them to my Savior�s blood,
And they shall praise a pard�ning God.
O may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
