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Blot out my transgressions now; Wash me,make me pure within,Cleanse,o cleanse me from my sin.
2 My transgressions I confess,
3 I am evil, born in sin; Grief and guilt my soul oppress;
Thou desirest truth within.
Thou alone my Saviour art,
Make me pure, Thy grace bestow,
Wash me whiter than the snow.
By Thy wrath and judgment just,
(Stanzas 5-8] 2 Sinners then shall learn from me 3 Not the formal sacrifice And return, O God, to Thee;
Hath acceptance in Thy eyes; Saviour, all my guilt remove,
Broken hearts are in Thy sight And my tongue shall sing Thy love; More than sacrificial rite; Touch my silent lips, O Lord,
Contrite spirit, pleading cries, And my mouth shall praise accord. Thou, O God, wilt not despise.
4 Prosper Zion in Thy grace
And her broken walls replace;
2 Against Thee only have I sinned, Blot out all my iniquities,
And hide my sins from view;
O God, my heart renew.
4 From out Thy presence cast me not, But Thou wilt make me wise in heart, Thy face no more to see; Thou seekest truth within.
Thy Holy Spirit and His grace
Take not away from me. 3 From all pollution make me clean, Restore me Thy salvation's joy, Yea, whiter than the snow;
My willing heart uphold; O let my broken heart rejoice
Then sinners shall be turned to Thee And gladness make me know;
When I Thy ways unfold.