The Psalms of David ‎#LIa

LIa. A Penitent pleading for Pardon

1 Shew pity, Lord; O Lord forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free,
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great but can't surpass
The pow'r and glory of thy grace:
Great God! thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.

4 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.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Shew pity Lord; O Lord forgive
• Title: A Penitent pleading for Pardon
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 51

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