The backslider restored. <br /> <br />O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, <br />Though all my crimes before thee lie, <br />Behold them not with angry look, <br />But blot their mem'ry from thy book. <br /> <br />Create my nature pure within, <br />And form my soul averse to sin: <br />Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, <br />Nor hide thy presence from my heart. <br /> <br />I cannot live without thy light <br />Cast out and banished from thy sight: <br />Thine holy joys, my God, restore, <br />And guard me that I fall no more. <br /> <br />Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, <br />His help and comfort still afford; <br />And let a wretch come near thy throne, <br />To plead the merits of thy Son. <br /> <br />A broken heart, my God, my King, <br />Is all the sacrifice I bring; <br />The God of grace will ne'er despise <br />A broken heart for sacrifice. <br /> <br />My soul lies humbled in the dust, <br />And owns thy dreadful sentence just: <br />Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, <br />And save the soul condemned to die. <br /> <br />Then will I teach the world thy ways; <br />Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; <br />I'll lead them to my Savior's blood, <br />And they shall praise a pard'ning God. <br /> <br />O may thy love inspire my tongue! <br />Salvation shall be all my song; <br />And all my powers shall join to bless <br />The Lord, my strength and righteousness.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-51-part-3/
