O God Have Mercy Upon Me Accord Bounte
O God have mercy upon me,
According to thy bounteous grace;
And in thy mercies multitude
My many trespasses efface.
O wash me throughly from my guilt,
And from my sin me purify:
For all my sins I freely own;
My sin is always in mine eye.
Against Thee, Thee alone I sinn’d,
This crime committed in thy sight;
So when Thou speakest, Thou art just,
Thy judgment stands intirely right.
Behold, I with abasement own,
I shap’d was in iniquity;
And that my mother stain’d with sin,
She ev’n in sin conceived me.
Behold, it is the truth that Thou
Desirest in the inward part:
O do Thou make me wisdom know
Within the secret of my heart.
With sprinkling hyssop cleanse Thou me,
And I shall pure and spotless grow;
O wash and make me wholly clean;
And I shall whiter be than snow.
Of joy and gladness make Thou me,
To hear again the welcome voice;
That so the bones which Thou hast broke
May happily again rejoice.
From the beholding of my sins
For ever turn away thine eyes;
And do Thou utterly efface
All my abhor’d iniquities.
O GOD, create in me an heart
Both clean and holy in thy sight,
And in me, O do Thou renew
A spirit steady and upright.
Cast me not from thy face; nor take
Thy Holy Spirit now from me;
Restore me thy salvation’s joy:
Uphold me with thy spirit free.
Then from a bless’d experience I
Will sinners teach thy happy ways;
And sinners shall converted be,
To Thee, to love, obey and praise.
O GOD! of my salvation God!
Deliver me from guilt of blood;
And of thy saving righteousness
My joyful tongue will sing aloud.
Lord, open Thou these lips of mine,
Which by my sin fast closed are:
And then will my enlarged mouth
thy praises publickly declare.
For Thou desir’st not sacrifice
Of beast, that I might bring to Thee;
Nor in burnt off’rings dost delight,
That Thou should’st them accept of me.
But ’tis a spirit broke for sin,
Is GOD’s approved sacrifice:
A broken and a contrite heart,
O GOD, Thou never wilt despise.
And now to Zion, O do good
In thy good pleasure bounteously;
And of our dear Jerusalem
Do Thou build up the walls on high.
Then Thou shalt with the sacrifice
Of righteousness well pleased be;
Burnt off’rings, whole burnt off’rings, calves,
They’ll at thine altar offer Thee.