1 [Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin.
2 But O, my soul, for ever praise, For ever love his Name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin, and shame.]
3 ['Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are sav'd by sovereign grace Abounding thro' his Son.]
4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the water and the blood Our souls are wash'd from sin.
5 'Tis thro' the purchase of his death, Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we.
6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew; And justify'd by grace We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face.