Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we’re defiled in every part.
Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.
Behold, I fall before Thy face;
My only refuge is Thy grace;
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.
No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
Jesus, my God, Thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear Thy pardoning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.
Psalm 51 (Old Testament)
 Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
 Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
 For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
 Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
 Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
 Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.
 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
 Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
 Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities.
 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
 Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
 Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.
 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.
 O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.
 For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering.
 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
 Do good in thy good pleasure unto Zion: build thou the walls of Jerusalem.
 Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullocks upon thine altar.