Lord, We Confess Our Numerous Faults
Isaac Watts, 1709
|Lord, we confess our numerous faults;|
How great our guilt has been,
How vain and foolish all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.
2. But, O my soul, forever praise,
3. 'Tis not by works of righteousness
|4. '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.
5. 'Tis through the purchase of His death
6. Raised from the dead, we live anew;