Pardon all the great transgressions,
Which I cannot count to Thee:
Look for merits in my Saviour,
Not, my righteous God, in me.
If for sin He was afflicted,
If the spear did pierce His side,
If His hands and feet were nailèd,
If flowed forth His vital tide;
Let the fruit of that deep anguish,
Let the purchase of that pain,