Psalm 51

O Lord have mercy upon me,
After thy loving kindnesses,
Blot out my sins, according to
Thy tender mercies numberlesse.
Wash me from mine iniquitie,
And throughly cleanse me from my sin,
I knowledge my transgressions,
My sins before him still have been.

Against thee, thee alone I sinn'd,
And did those evils in thy sight,
To justifie thee when thou speak'st,
And clear thee when thou judgest right.
Behold, when I was born with pain,
I was stain'd with iniquity,
My mother that did bring me forth,
Before in sin conceived me.

Behold, thou in the inward parts
Desirest uprightnesse alone,
And wisdome in the secret of
My soul, to me thou didst make known.
With hyssop purge me now, O Lord,
And then I shall be clean and bright,
And if thou wash me thoroughly,
More then the snow I shall be white.

Of joy and gladnesse cause thou me
To hear again the pleasant voice,
That so the bones that thou hast now
By sorrow broken may rejoice.
From the beholding of my sin,
O Lord, turn thou away thy face,
And all my deeds of wickednesse
Blot out, and utterly deface.

The Second part.

O Lord, create in me an heart
Clean, and unspotted in thy sight,
And do within me Lord renue
A spirit constant, free, and right.
Cast me not from thy presence out,
Nor take thy holy Spirit away,
The joy of thy salvation
Restore to me again, I pray.

With thy free Spirit me still uphold;
Transgressors then shall learn of mee,
Thy righteous ways, yea sinners then
Shall be converted unto thee.
Thou God of my salvation,
O God, from blouds deliver mee,
Then of thy truth and righteousnesse,
My tongue aloud shall sing to thee.

My lips which now fast closed are,
Do thou, Lord, open graciously,
My mouth shall then set forth thy praise,
When it is set at liberty.
For thou desir'st not sacrifice,
That I should it present to thee,
Nor in burnt-offerings dost delight,
That thou should'st them accept of mee.

A broken spirit is to God
An acceptable sacrifice,
A broken and a contrite spirit,
O Lord, thou never wilt despise.
Do good in thy good pleasure, Lord,
To Zion, and her still sustain,
The walls of thy Jerusalem
Build thou up now, and still maintain.

The sacrifices which they then
Shall freely offer up to thee,
In truth and uprightnesse of heart,
Thou shalt accept most graciously.
With burnt-off rings of sundry sorts,
With whole burnt-off'rings, in that day
They shall their bullocks offer up,
And them upon thine Altar lay.