Show Pity, Lord, O Lord, Forgive

Show pi­ty

Lord

O Lord

for­give

Let a re­pent­ing re­bel live:

Are not Thy mer­cies large and free?

May not a sin­ner trust in Thee?

My crimes are great

but not sur­pass

The pow­er and glo­ry of Thy grace:

Great God

Thy na­ture hath no bound

So let Thy par­don­ing love be found.

O wash my soul from ev­ery sin

And make my guil­ty con­science clean;

Here on my heart the bur­den lies

And past of­fens­es pain my eyes.

My lips with shame my sins con­fess

Against Thy law

against Thy grace:

Lord

should Thy judg­ment grow sev­ere

I am con­demned

but Thou art clear.

Should sud­den ven­geance seize my breath

I must pro­nounce Thee just in death;

And if my soul were sent to hell

Thy right­eous law app­roves it well.

Yet save a tremb­ling sin­ner

Lord

Whose hope

still ho­ver­ing round Thy Word

Would light on some sweet pro­mise there

Some sure sup­port against des­pair.