Psalm 51 (v2)

Abraham Coles

O hear, and my transgressions blot:
Save me from my enormous guilt:
2 Wash from my soul each leprous spot,
For Thou canst cleanse me if Thou wilt.

3 My sins are mountainous, they climb
The heights of air and reach the skies;
The ghastly horror of my crime
Is night and day before my eyes.

4 'Gainst Thee this odious deed was done;
I struck my Maker in the face;
No wonder blushed th'astonished sun,
And earth saw shuddering the disgrace.

Were not Thy mercies as the sand,
I do not know that I would dare
Thus lift to Thee these bloody hands,
In agonizing act of prayer.

Though well, I know, there cries to Thee
The crimson of th'accusing sod,
14 Hide not Thy face, deliver me
From my blood-guiltiness, O God!

16 Burnt offerings and sacrifice.
Didst Thou desire, I would impart:
17 One off'ring Thou wilt not despise —
A broken and a contrite heart.

10 Create in me a heart that's pure;
Renew, transform, and make me o'er;
Not otherwise can I be sure,
I will not stumble as before.

By Thy free Spirit me uphold;
For I am weak and sick and sad;
12 Forgive, and love me as of old,
And give me back the peace I had.

13 Then to transgressors I will teach,
How there are none so far from Thee,
But Thy salvation can them reach,
For, lo, it did extend to me.