[Lord, we confess our num'rous faults,

How great our guilt has been!

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,

And all our lives were sin.

But, O my soul! for ever praise,

For ever love his name,

Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways

Of folly, sin, and shame.]

['Tis not by works of righteousness

Which our own hands have done;

But we are saved by sovereign grace

Abounding through his Son.]

'Tis from the mercy of our God

That all our hopes begin;

'Tis by the water and the blood

Our souls are washed from sin.

'Tis through the purchase of his death

Who hung upon the tree,

The Spirit is sent down to breathe

On such dry bones as we.

Raised from the dead we live anew;

And, justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,

And see our Father's face.