Psalm 51 (v1)

Isaac Watts

2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning love be found.

3 Oh wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies,
And past offences 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 hovering round Thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Isaac Watts, 1719.