THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LI

O God, to me let Mercy flow, For thou delight'st in Acts of Grace; Thy many tender Mercies show, And all my Trespasses erase. Me throughly wash from all my Stains; And from my Guilt me purify. I own my Fault; my Sin remains, With piercing Grief, before mine Eye. I've sin'd against Thee, Thee alone, And done this Evil in thy Sight; Thy Sentence, Lord, is just, I own, Thy heavy'st Judgments would be right. I'm born defil'd, in ev'ry Part; My Mother me conceiv'd in Sin. Thou, Lord, desirest Truth of Heart; O make me Wisdom know within. With sprinkling Hysop purge my Soul, Then shall I pure, and spotless, grow; O wash away my Stains, most foul, I then shall whiter be than Snow. Let me, with Joy, hear thy kind Word; So shall the Bones thou'st broken shout. Hide from my Sins thy Face, O Lord; And all my many Crimes blot out.