Lord, we confess our numerous 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 thro’ 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 thro’ 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.