761    L.M.     Isaac Watts
Pleading for Pardon. Ps. 51. 1-9

1 Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
  Let a repenting rebel live;
  Are not thy mercies large and free?
  May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but don’t surpass
  The power and glory of thy grace;
  Great God! thy nature has no bound,
  So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 O wash my soul from every sin,
  And make my guilty conscience clean;
  Here on my heart the burden lies,
  And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
  Against thy law, against thy grace;
  Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
  I am condemned, but thou art clear.

5 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.

6 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.