Blot out my transgressions.
Psalm 51.
O Thou that hearest when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before thee lie,
Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I can not live without thy light,