1 Shew pity Lordm O Lord forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live.
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but not surpass;
The pow'r and glory of thy grace?
Great God, thy nature has no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 O wash my soul from ev'ry 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 sin confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word
Wou'd light on some sweet promise there
Some sure support against despair.