The penitent sinner

THE PENITENT SINNER

Behold, O God, in Rivers of my tears I come to thee, bow down thy blessed ears To bear me wretch, and let my eyes that sleep, Yet never close, behold a sinner weep.

Let not	O God my God	my faults though great
And my poor soul bet	vv	een thy Mercies Seat.
Lord remember	h y	If thou be
I co	me	not Lord wit	h	any o	the	r merit,
Then	wh	at I in my S	a	viour	Ch	rist inherit:
Be th	en	his wound	s	my birth his	ri	se my bliss,
My Crown his	th	orns, my dea	t	h be lo	st	in his:
And th	ou	my bles	t	Redeemer,	Sa	viour, God,
Quit my ac	co	unt, with	h	old thy	ve	ngeance rod,
O beg for	me	my h	o	pes on	t	hee are set,
And Chri	st	forgi	v	e, and willing, pay t	h	e debt.
The linn	in	towel I	f	thou wear, O	y	ee I know,
O but	to	thee,	O	whether	s	hould I go?
All o	t	her helps a	r	e vain	e	grant then to me
I am t	hy	cross, thy	s	aving hea	l	th must be:
O hear	k	en then wh	a	t I by	F	aith implore,
Lest S	in	and death sin	k	me for ever		more,
Lastly, O	G	od, my way	e	s direct	a	nd guide,
In	d	eath defe	n	d me that I	n	ever slide:
And at the d	om	e let	me	be raise	d	then
To liv	e	with the	e	sweet Jes	us	Christ, Amen.