Show pity, Lord; O Lord forgive;

Let a repentant rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes, though great, can not surpass

The power and glory of thy grace;

Great God, thy nature hath no bound;

So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 O, wash my soul from every 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 condemned, 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.