Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not Thy mercies large and
May not a sinner trust in Thee?
My crimes are great, but not
The power and glory of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy nature hath no
So let Thy pardoning love be
O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.
My lips with shame my sins
Against Thy law, against Thy
Lord, should Thy judgment grow
I am condemned, but Thou art
Should sudden vengeance seize
I must pronounce Thee just in
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it
Yet save a trembling sinner,
Whose hope, still hovering round
Would light on some sweet promise
Some sure support against despair.