Psalm 69, Part 2

Thy love did once my heart inspire,
I rose, inflamed with sacred fire,
To build the house of God;
I triumph'd in my Master's shame.
And, jealous for Thy glorious name.
Thy faithful witness stood.

Humbled in all Thy paths I stay'd,
Fasted, and mourn'd, and wept, and pray'd,
And long'd my Lord to find;
The theme of each opprobrious tongue,
The ruler's scorn, the drunkard's song,
The outcast of mankind!

But, O! my suit to Thee is known.
Thou wilt Thine humble suppliant own.
And graciously receive;
Save, in the riches of Thy grace.
Accept me through Thy righteousness.
And freely now forgive.

The truth of Thy salvation show;
Nor let the flood my soul o'erflow,
Nor let the pit devour:
O snatch me from the hell within,
From all the mire of inbred sin,
From all the tempter's power!

Lord, for Thy mercy's sake draw near,
In all Thy tender love appear.
Make haste to my relief;
No longer hide from me Thy face,
But hear, and save me by Thy grace
From all my sin and grief

Now to my helpless soul draw nigh,
Redeem me at the point to die.
From sin and hell redeem;
My guilt and shame to Thee are known,
But, O! my foes are all Thy own!
Discharge Thy wrath on them.