1 Thou Lord of all above,
And all below the sky,
Before Thy feet I prostrate fall,
And for Thy mercy cry.

2 Forgive my follies past,

The crimes which I have done. Oh, bid a contrite sinner live, Through Thine incarnate Son! 3 Guilt, like a heavy load,

Upon mh a joscience lies;

To Thee I make my sorrows known, And lift my weeping eyes.

4 The burden which I feel,

Thou only canst remove;
Display, O Lord, Thy pard'ning grace,
And Thine unbounded love.

5 One gracious look of Thine
Will ease my troubled breast;
Oh, let me know my sins forgiven,
And I shall then be blest.