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Verse 1

O God, thy righteousness we own; Judgment is at thy house begun; With humble awe thy rod we hear, And guilty in thy sight appear; We can not 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 improved, But basely from thy statutes roved; Yet do not drive us from thy face, A stiff-necked and hard-hearted race: The melting power of love impart; Soften the marble of our heart.