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Psalm 51:4. 3-13 First Part [Lord, I would spread my sore distress]
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Psalm 51:4. 3-13. First Part. C. M.
Original and actual sin confessed and pardoned.

Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise.

Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.

I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.

Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And, as my days advanc’d, I grew
A juster prey for death.

Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O, make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.

Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.