Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,

And crush my flesh to dust,

Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,

And earth must own it just.

I from the stock of Adam came,

Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,

And all my nature sin.

Born in a world of guilt, I drew

Contagion with my breath;

And as my days advanced, I grew

A juster prey for death.

Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul

With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,

And bid my pains remove.

Let not thy Spirit quite depart,

Nor drive me from thy face;

Create anew my vicious heart,

And fill it with thy grace.

Then will I make thy mercy known

Before the sons of men;

Backsliders shall address thy throne,

And turn to God again.