THE PENITENT SINNER  
Behold, O God, in Rivers of my tears  
I come to thee, bow down thy blessed ears  
To bear me wretch, and let my eyes that sleep,  
Yet never close, behold a sinner weep.  
Let not O God my God my faults though great And my poor soul bet w een thy Mercies Seat. Lord remember h 
 y If thou be I co me not Lord wit h any o the r merit, Then wh at I in my S a viour Changed rist inherit: Be th' en his wound s my birth his ri se my bliss, My Crown his th' orns, my day t h be lo st in his: And th' ou my bless 't Redeemer, Sa viour, God, Quit my ac co unt, with h old thy ve ngeance rod, O beg for me my h o pes on t he are set, And Chri st forgi v e, and willing, pay t h e debt. The linn in towel I f thou wear, O y ee I know, O but to thee, O whether s hold I go? All o t her helps a r e vain e grant then to me I am t high across, thy s aving hea l th' must be: O hear k en then wh a t I by F aith implore, Lest S in and death sin k me for ever  more, Lastly, O G odd, my way e s direct a and guide, In d each deaf n d me that I n ever slide: And at the d am e let me be raise d then To liv e with the e sweet Jes us Christ, Amen.