Psalm 51, Part 1

God of unfathomable love!
Whose bowels of compassion move
Towards Adam's helpless race;
See, at Thy feet, a sinner see!
In tender mercy look on me,
And all my sins efface.
O let Thy love to me o'erflow,
Thy multitude of mercies show,
Abundantly forgive!
Remove the' insufferable load;
Blot out my sins with sacred blood,
And bid the sinner live.
Take all the power of sin away.
Nor let in me its being stay;
Mine inmost soul convert:
Wash me from all the filth of sin,
Come, Lord, and make me throughly clean,
Create me pure in heart.

For, O, my sins I now confess.
Bewail my desperate wickedness.
And sue to be forgiven:
I have abused I'hy patient grace,
I have provoked Thee to Thy face,
And dared the wrath of Heaven.

Thee, only Thee, have I defied:
Though all Thy wrath on me abide.
And my damnation seal,
Though into outer darkness thrust,
I'll own the punishment is just.
And clear my God in hell!

Cast in the mould of sin I am.
Corrupt throughout my ruin'd frame.
My essence all unclean;
My total fall from God I mourn;
In sin I was conceived and born,
Whate'er I am is sin!

But Thou requirest all our hearts.
Truth rooted in the inward parts,
Unspotted purity:
And, by Thy grace, I humbly trust

learn the wisdom of the just,
In secret taught by Thee.