O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, 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 condem'd, but thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance 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 hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.
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