Lord, We Confess Our Numerous Faults

Lord

we con­fess our nu­mer­ous faults

How great our guilt has been;

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts

And all our lives were sin.

But

O my soul

for ev­er praise

For ev­er love His name

Who turns thy feet from dan­ger­ous ways

Of fol­ly

sin and shame.

’Tis not by works of right­eous­ness

Which our own hands have done;

But we are saved by sov­er­eign grace

Abounding thro’ His Son.

’Tis from the mer­cy of our God

That all our hopes be­gin;

’Tis by the wa­ter and the blood

Our souls are washed from sin.

’Tis thro’ the pur­chase of His death

Who hung up­on the tree

The Spir­it is sent down to breathe

On such dry bones as we.

Raised from the dead we live anew;

And

jus­ti­fied by grace

We shall ap­pear in glo­ry too

And see our Fa­ther’s face.