O Thou Who hears when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem’ry from Thy book.
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.
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.
Then will I teach the world Thy ways; Sinners shall learn Thy sov’reign 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 pow’rs shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Source:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://hymntime.com/tch/htm/o/t/t/otthwsic.htm)
