O God of mer­cy, hear my call,
My loads of guilt re­move;
Break down this se­pa­rat­ing wall,
That bars me from Thy love.

Give me the pre­sence of Thy grace,
Then my re­joic­ing tongue
Shall speak aloud Thy right­eous­ness,
And make Thy praise my song.

No blood of goats nor heif­ers slain,
For sin could e’er atone;
The death of Christ shall still re­main
Sufficient and alone.

A soul op­pressed with sin’s de­sert,
My God will ne’er des­pise;
A hum­ble groan, a brok­en heart,
Is our best sac­ri­fice.