O Thou That Hear’st When Sinners Cry

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.

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 par­don­ing 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.