Psalm 51, Part 3

O might I weep, and love Thee now,
God of my health, my Saviour Thou!

Thou only canst release
My soul from all iniquity:
O speak the word, and set me free,
And bid me go in peace!

1 6 So shall I sing the Saviour's name,
Thy gift of righteousness proclaim.

Thine all-redeeming grace:
Open my lips, almighty Lord,
That I Thy mercy may record.
And glory in Thy praise!

1 7 No creature-good dost Thou desire,
No costly sacrifice require;

Thy jileasure is to give:
Thou only seekest me, not mine;
Thou wouldst that I should take of Thine,
Should all Thy grace receive.

1 8 A wounded spirit, by sin distress'd,
A broken heart that pants for rest, —
This is the sacrifice
Well pleasing in the sight of God;
A sinner crush'd beneath his load
Thou never wilt despise.

Then hear the contrite sinner's prayer,
And every ruin'd soul repair;

Remember Sion's woe;
Show forth Thy justifying grace,
And for Thyself vouchsafe to raise
A glorious church below.

When Thou hast seal'd Thy people's peace,
Their sacrifice of righteousness,
Their gifts, Thou wilt approve;
Their every thought, and word, and deed.
That from a living faith proceed,
And all are wrought in love.

2 1 Laid on the altar of Thy Son,
Pleasing to Thee through Christ alone.

The dear peculiar race
Their grateful sacrifice shall bring.
And hymn their Father and their King
In endless songs of praise.