Verse 1
O God thy righteousness we own,
Judgment is at thy house begun,
With humblest awe thy rod we hear,
And guilty in thy sight appear,
We cannot in thy judgment stand,
But sink beneath thy mighty hand.

Verse 2
Our mouth as in the dust we lay,
And still for mercy, mercy pray,
Unworthy to behold thy face,
Unfaithful stewards of thy grace,
Our sin, and wickedness we own,
And deeply for acceptance groan.

Verse 3
We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv’d,
But basely from thy statutes rov’d,
And done thy loving Spirit despite,
And sinn’d against the clearest light,
Brought back thine agonizing pain,
And nail’d thee to thy cross again.

Verse 4
Yet do not drive us from thy face,
A stiff-neck’d, and hard-hearted race,
But O! In tender mercy break
The iron sinew in our neck,
The softning power of love impart,
And melt the marble of our heart.