And Wilt Thou Pardon, Lord?

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?

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 my soul from earth to raise

And learn from Thee above.