Psalm: Wretched as sin can make

Wretched as sin can make
A soul not yet in hell,
I cry, for Thy own sake
My fearful doom repeal:
Look on my misery.
Thou God of pardoning love;
Extend Thy grace to me,
And all my guilt remove.

My sin and wretchedness
Permit me to declare.
My trouble in excess,
My sadness of despair:
Unfit on earth to breathe.
The sentence I receive
Of everlasting death —
And therefore, Lord, forgive.
Jesus, with pitying eye
Regard Thy creature's pain:
Out of the deep to Thee I cry
A wretched sinful man:
This is mine only plea,
I. am not fit to live,
I am all sin and misery,
And therefore, Lord, forgive.
839. 0 shut not tip my soul with the sinners. — xxvi. 9.+
O SHUT not up my soul within
The evil world and tempter's power,
To the dark dungeon of my sin
Permit me to return no more.
Rather, my God, by killing save,
And hide me guiltless in the grave.