1 Thou Lord of all above, 2 Forgive my follies past, The crimes which I have done. Oh, bid a contrite sinner live, Through Thine incarnate Son! 3 Guilt, like a heavy load, Upon mh a joscience lies; To Thee I make my sorrows known, And lift my weeping eyes. 4 The burden which I feel, Thou only canst remove; 5 One gracious look of Thine |