I worship You in awe for the fearful things You are going to do. Indeed! O my Father! Indeed! I have heard Your report of the wrath our sins provoked to Your Mighty Being. Even so?
In this time of our deep need, begin again to help us, as you did in years gone by. Show us your power to save us. In your wrath, remember mercy.
Mercy for us sinners without a cause. We have no excuse for our sins. Your bountiful blessings rain upon the just as well as the unjust, but! We remain oblivious to such blessings.
In silence, I sit still. Your deliverance is sure to come. Grant me the unmerited favor of the joy of my deliverance.
My Self-Righteousness Of The Past? No Lesser Than King David’s Sin ….?
O loving and kind Mighty One, have mercy. Have pity upon me and take away the awful stain of my transgressions.
Oh, wash me, cleanse me from this guilt. Let me be pure again. For I admit my shameful deed—it haunts me day and night.
It is against you and you alone I sinned and did this terrible thing. You saw it all, and your sentence against me is just.
But I was born a sinner, yes, from the moment my mother conceived me. You deserve honesty from the heart; yes, utter sincerity and truthfulness. Oh, give me this wisdom.
Sprinkle me with the cleansing blood and I shall be clean again. Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.
And after You have punished me, give me back my joy again. Don’t keep looking at my sins—erase them from your sight.
Create in me a new, clean heart, O Mighty One, filled with clean thoughts and right desires.
Don’t toss me aside, banished forever from Your Presence. Don’t take your Spirit from me.
Restore to me again the joy of Your deliverance, and make me willing to obey you. Then I will teach your ways to other sinners, and they—guilty like me—will repent and return to You.
Don’t sentence me to death. O my Master, You alone can rescue me. Then I will sing of your forgiveness, for my lips will be unsealed—oh, how I will praise You.
You don’t want penance; if you did, how gladly I would do it! You aren’t interested in offerings burned before you on the altar.
It is a broken spirit you want—remorse and penitence. A broken and a contrite heart, O Mighty One, you will not ignore.
