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Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
Cusseta 73t, Stanza 1
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My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard’ning love be found,
Cusseta 73t, Stanza 2
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O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean:
Here on my heart the burden lyes,
And past offences pain my eyes.
My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn’d but thou art clear.
Should sudden veng’ance 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 hov’ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Cusseta 73t, Stanza 3
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