|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
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?
Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,, Stanza 1
My crimes, tho’ great, cannot surpass
The pow’r and glory of Thy grace;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound;
So let Thy pard’ning love be found.
Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,, Stanza 2
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hov’ring round Thy word
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,, Stanza 6