Words: Isaac Watts, 1719, alt.

Music: Lowell Mason, 1824

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O God that hears when sinners cry,
though all my crimes before You lie,
behold them not with angry look,
but blot their mem'ry from Your book.

Create my nature pure within,
and form my soul averse to sin;
let Your good Spirit ne'er depart,
nor hide Your presence from my heart.

I cannot live without Your light,
cast out and banished from Your sight;
Your holy joys, my God, restore,
and keep me, that I fall no more.

A broken heart, my God, my King,
is all the sacrifice I bring;
the God of grace will not despise
a broken heart for sacrifice.

My soul lies humbled in the dust,
and calls Your dreadful sentence just:
look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
and save the soul condemned to die.

Then will I teach the world Your ways;
sinners shall learn Your sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Savior's blood,
and they shall praise a pard'ning God.