If Thou, O Lord, should’st be severe,
Where would the race of man appear,
Who could Thy piercing sight abide,
Or who, with Thee, be justified?
My thoughts were evil from my birth,
My passions wild and vile as earth;
Impurity still reigns within,
And my best deeds partake of sin.
I have no worth nor works to boast;
If Thou art strict, my soul is lost;
The righteousness of faith I need,
And mercy! mercy! Lord, I plead.
For the dear sake of Christ alone,
My soul at last accept and own;
And let me in Thy presence shine,
A trophy of Thy grace divine.