And wilt Thou pardon, Lord, A sinner such as I, Although Thy book his crimes record, Of such a crimson dye? So deep are they engraved, So terrible their fear, The righteous scarcely shall be saved, And where shall I appear? O Thou Physician blest, Make clean my guilty soul And me, by many a sin oppressed, Restore and keep me whole. I know not how to praise Thy mercy and Thy love; But deign my soul from earth to raise And learn from Thee above.