Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Have mercy, Lord, on me, as thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, thy wonted mercy find. 2 Wash off my foul offence, and cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see how great my guilt has been. 4 Against thee, Lord, alone, and only in thy sight Have I transgressed, and tho' condemned, must own my juugments right. 5 In guilt each part was formed of all this sinful frame; In guilt I was conceived, and born the heir of sin and shame. 6 Yet thou; whose searching eye doth inward truth require, In secret didst with wisdom's laws my tender soul inspire. 7 With hyssop purge me, Lord, and so I clean shall be; I shall with snow in whiteness vie, when purified by thee. 8 Make me to hear with joy thy kind forgiving voice; That so the bones which thou hast broke may with fresh strength rejoice. 9,10 Blot out my crying sins, nor me in anger view; Create in me a heart that's clean, an upright mind renew. The Second Part. 11 Withdraw not thou thy help, nor cast me from thy sight; Nor let thy holy Spirit take its everlasting flight. 12 The joy thy favor gives let me again obtain; And thy free Spirit's firm support my fainting soul sustain. 13 So I thy righteous ways to sinners will impart, Whilst my advice shall wicked men to thy just laws convert. 14 My guilt of blood remove, my Saviour and my God: And my glad tongue shall loudly tell thy righteous acts abroad. 15 Do thou unlock my lips, with sorrow closed and shame; So shall my mouth thy wondrous praise to all the world proclaim. 16 Could sacrifice atone, whole flocks and herds should die But on such off'rings thou disdain'st to cast a gracious eye. 17 A broken spirit is by God most highly prized; By him a broken contrite heart shall never be despised. 18 Let Zion favor find, of thy good-will assured; And thy own city flourish long, by lofty walls secured. 19 The just shall then attend, and pleasing tribute pay; And sacrifice of choicest kind upon thy altar lay.