And wilt Thou pardon, LORD,

A sinner such as I?

Although Thy book his crimes record

Of such a crimson dye?

So deep are they engraved,—

So terrible their fear,

The righteous scarcely shall be saved,

And where shall I appear?

My soul, make all things known

To Him Who all things sees:

That so the LAMB may yet atone

For thine iniquities.

O Thou Physician blest,

Make clean my guilty soul!

And me, by many a sin oppressed,

Restore, and keep me whole!

I know not how to praise

Thy mercy and Thy love:

But deign Thy servant to upraise,

And I shall learn above!