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 opprest,
Restore, and keep me whole!

I know not how to praise
Thy mercy and Thy love;
But deign Thy servant to upraise,
And I shall learn above.