Alas, My God, My Sins Are Great

Alas, my God, my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that in my strait No man hath power to aid me. 2. And fled I hence in my despair In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there And peace still be denied me. 3. Lord, Thee I seek, I merit naught; Yet pity and restore me. Just God, be not Thy wrath my lot; Thy Son hath suffered for me.

4. If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher. Here spare me not; if heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. 5. But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer; For they must miss the good Thou wilt Who at Thy chastenings murmur. 6. Then deal with me as seems Thee best Thy grace will help me bear it If but at last I see Thy rest And with my Savior share it.