Psalms 51-52
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Psalm 51 (3 of 4)
1 O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from Thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
3 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near Thy throne, To plead the merits of Thy Son.
4 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.
5 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns Thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
6 Then will I teach the world Thy ways; Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God.
7 Oh may Thy love inspire my tongue; Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness Isaac Watts, 1719.
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Psalm 51 (4 of 4)
1 O GOD of mercy, hear my call, My load of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall That bars me from Thy love.
2 Give me the presence of Thy grace: Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud Thy righteousness, And make Thy praise my song.
3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, For sin could e'er atone: The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone.
4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise! A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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1 IN vain the powers of darkness try To work the church's ill, The Friend of sinners reigns on high, And checks them at His will.
2 Though mischief in their hearts may dwell, And on their tongues deceit, A word of His their pride can quell, And all their aims defeat.
3 My trust is in His grace alone; His house shall be my home, How sweet His mercies past to own, And hope for more to come. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834
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