1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy Book.

2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin:
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

5 Oh may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

Amen.