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Isaac Watts - Psalm 51 part 3
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The backslider restored.

O Thou that hear`st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem`ry from thy book.

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.

I cannot live without thy light
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

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.

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.

My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I`ll lead them to my Savior`s blood,
And they shall praise a pard`ning God.

O 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.
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