O Thou Who Hears When Sinners Cry

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
O Thou Who hears when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before Thee lie,
Hide not Thy gracious face from me,
Blot out all my iniquity.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let Thy blest Spirit ne’er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
A broken spirit, O my King,
Is all the offering that I bring;
Thou, Saviour God, will ne’er despise
A contrite heart as sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy righteous sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
O may Thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
(Psalm 51)