88. Lord, I would spread my sore distress

1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before Thine eyes;
Against Thy laws, against Thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

2 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.

3 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With Thy forgiving love;
And make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

4 Let not Thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from Thy face;
Create anew my sinful heart,
And fill it with Thy grace.

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First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1870
Topic: Depravity; Heart: depraved; Law: broken (5 more...)
Notes: Author from index: Watts
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