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1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before Thine eyes;
Against Thy laws, against Thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
3 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With Thy forgiving love;
And make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
4 Let not Thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from Thy face;
Create anew my sinful heart,
And fill it with Thy grace.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Lord, I would spread my sore distress |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Topic: | Depravity; Heart: depraved; Law: broken (5 more...) |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Watts |
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