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" And forgive us our Trespasses? 235
Almighty God, Thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie All open to Thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say, But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the judgment-day.
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there, Be all expos'd before the sun,
While men and angels hear ?
Lord! at Thy foot ashamed I lie,
Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from Thy book !
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt, And let His Blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt!
Isaac Watts. 1715.
Mercy alone can meet my case ;
For mercy, Lord, I cry : Jesus ! Redeemer ! show Thy face
In mercy, or I die.