Psalm 51

HAve mercy LORD, and pitie take,
On me in my distress:
For thine abundant mercy sake,
Blot out my wickedness.
O wash me clean from filthiness,
And sep'rate sin from me:
For my transgressions I confess,
My sin I alwayes see.
Against thee LORD, and onely thee,
Did I my sins commit:
That, when thou speak'st and judgest me,
Thou might'st be clear and quit.
I did this evill in thy sight:
Whereby ô Lord thou shalt
Be said to pass thy judgement right,
And I in all the fault.
My shape is sin LORD thou dost see,
For I am form'd therein:
My mother hath conceived me,
Even in the heat of sin.
Lo, thou requirest truth sincere,
In every inward part:
Thou mad'st me to know wisdome there,
In secret of my heart.
Purge me with hyssope, and I know,
I shall be clean and free:
And whiter then the driven snow,
If also washt by thee.
Oh then let joy and gladnes speak,
And make me hear their voice:
That so the bones which thou did'st break,
May feelingly rejoyce.

2. Part.
LOrd hide thine eies from all my sin,
And my misdeeds deface:
O God make clean my heart within,
Renew my mind with grace.
O cast me not away from thee,
(Thy presence shunning mine)
Nor ever take away from me,
That holy Spirit of thine.
The joyes of thy salvation LORD,
Restore to me again:
And thy free Spirit to me afford,
My soul for to sustain.
And to transgressors I will teach,
Thy wayes to penitent men:
And sinners (unto whom I preach)
Shall be converted then.
From guilt of bloud-shed quit me Lord,
Thou God and Saviour mine:
Then shall my song aloud record
Thy righteousness divine.
Unlock my lips, and then my task.
Shall be thy praise to show:
For sacrifice thou dost not ask,
Which else I would bestow.
Burnt-offring is not thy delight,
But other sacrifice:
A broken heart, a soul contrite,
Thou wilt not Lord despise.
Of thy good pleasure Sion bless,
Build up Jerus'lems wall:
Pure sacrifice of righteousness,
Thou shalt be pleas'd withall.
Burnt offrings then, and those entire,
In sacrifice shall they:
With Bullocks (fit for holy fire)
Upon thine Altars lay.