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

15 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.

16 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God restore
And guard me that I fall no more.

17 Though I have griev'd thy spirit Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.

18 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.

19 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.

20 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.

21 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness.