Scripture Verse

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Thy loving-kindness: according unto the multitude of Thy tender mercies, blot out my transgressions. Psalm 51:1


John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. A pe­ni­tent plead­ing for par­don.

Music: St. Cross (Dykes) John B. Dykes, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Isaac Watts (1674–1748)


Show pi­ty, Lord, O Lord, for­give,
Let a re­pent­ing re­bel live:
Are not Thy mer­cies large and free?
May not a sin­ner trust in Thee?

My crimes are great, but not sur­pass
The pow­er and glo­ry of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy na­ture hath no bound,
So let Thy par­don­ing love be found.

O wash my soul from ev­ery sin,
And make my guil­ty con­science clean;
Here on my heart the bur­den lies,
And past of­fens­es pain my eyes.

My lips with shame my sins con­fess
Against Thy law, against Thy grace:
Lord, should Thy judg­ment grow se­vere,
I am con­demned, but Thou art clear.

Should sud­den ven­geance seize my breath,
I must pro­nounce Thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy right­eous law app­roves it well.

Yet save a tremb­ling sin­ner, Lord,
Whose hope, still ho­ver­ing round Thy Word,
Would light on some sweet pro­mise there,
Some sure sup­port against des­pair.