Psalm 51, Part 2

Surely Thou wilt Thy grace impart,
Sprinkle the blood upon my heart
Vhich did for sinners flow;
The blood that purges every sin,
The blood that soon shall wash me clean,
And make me white as snow!

Thou wilt the mournful spirit cheer,
And grant me once again to hear
Thy sweet forgiving voice;
That all my bones and inmost soul.
Broken by Thee, by Thee made whole.
May in Thy strength rejoice.

From my misdeeds avert Thy face,
The strength of sin, — by pardoning grace, —
Of all my sin, remove
Forgive, O Lord! but change me too,
And perfectly my soul renew
By sanctifying love.

My wretchedness to Thee convert;
Give me a humble, contrite heart,
My fallen soul restore:
Let me the life Divine attain.
The image of my God regain.
And never lose it more.

Have patience till, by Thee renew'd,
I live the spotless life of God;
Here let Thy Spirit stay;
Though I have grieved the gentle Dove,
Or take Thy grace away!

The comfort of Thy help restore.
Assist me now as heretofore;
O lift Thou up my head!
The Spirit of Thy j ower impart,
Stablish and keep my faithful heart,
And make me free indeed.

Then shall I teach the world Thy ways,
Thy mercy mild, and pardoning grace,
For every sinner free;
Till sinners to Thy grace submit.
And fall at their Redeemer's feet,
And weep and love like me.