1 O LORD, in pitying love give ear! My mournful supplications hear, For Thy own promise’ sake; O’erwhelm’d with sin and misery, Weary and faint I come to Thee, And proffer’d mercy take. 2 If Thou shouldst as my Judge appear, I could not bear the test severe: Not one of all our race Can stand acquitted in Thy sight, Or claim acceptance as his right, Or dare demand Thy grace. 3 A sinner self-condemn’d I am, And groan beneath my load of shame; My soul-destroying foe Hath smote and cast