The Penitent Restored. L. M.

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Watts.

1. O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

2. My soul lies humbled in the dust
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

3. Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.

4. I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.