Alas! my God! my sins are great

Verse 1

Alas, my God, my sins are great, My conscience must upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No human pow'r can aid me.

Verse 2

Were I to flee in my despair In some lone spot to hide me, My grief would still be with me there And peace still be denied me.

Verse 3

I must, O Lord, by you be sought; Oh, pity and restore me. Just God, make not your wrath my lot; Your Son has suffered for me.

Verse 4

If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher. Here spare me not; if heav'n I win, On earth I gladly suffer.

Verse 5

But curb my heart, forgive me still, Oh, make my patience firmer; For they ignore your kindly will Who at your chast'nings murmur.

Verse 6

All that you do is for my best; Your grace will help me bear it If but at last I see your rest And with my Savior share it.