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PSALM 51. First Part. L.M.
A penitent pleading for pardon. (cont.)
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O! wash my soul from ev'ry sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean:
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.
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My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
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Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there;
Some sure support against despair.
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PSALM 51. Second Part. L.M.
Original and actual sins confessed.
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LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unclean:
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
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Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
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Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O! make me wise betimes, to see
My danger and my remedy.
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Behold! I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.
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No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast;
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest;
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
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PSALM 51. Second Part. L.M.
Original and actual sins confessed. (cont.)
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Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone:
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
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While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease:
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.
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PSALM 51. Third Part. L.M.
Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.
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O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Avert from them thy angry look,
And blot their mem'ry from thy book.
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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.
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I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.
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Tho' I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
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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.
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My soul lies humbled in the dust.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
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