After Thy Loving-Kindness, Lord,
Have Mercy Upon Me:
For Thy Compassions Great, Blot Out
All Mine Iniquity.
Me Cleanse From Sin, And Throughly Wash
From Mine Iniquity:
 For My Transgressions I Confess;
My Sin I Ever See.

‘Gainst Thee, Thee Only, Have I Sinned,
In Thy Sight Done This Ill;
That When Thou Speak’st Thou May’st Be Just,
And Clear In Judging Still.
5 Behold, I In Iniquity
Was Formed The Womb Within;
My Mother Also Me Conceived
In Guiltiness And Sin.

Behold, Thou In The Inward Parts
With Truth Delighted Art;
And Wisdom Thou Shalt Make Me Know
Within The Hidden Part.
Do Thou With Hyssop Sprinkle Me,
I Shall Be Cleansèd So;
Yea, Wash Thou Me, And Then I Shall
Be Whiter Than The Snow.

Of Gladness And Of Joyfulness
Make Me To Hear The Voice;
That So These Very Bones Which Thou
Hast Broken May Rejoice.
All Mine Iniquities Blot Out,
Thy Face Hide From My Sin.
Create A Clean Heart, Lord, Renew
A Right Spirit Me Within.

Cast Me Not From Thy Sight, Nor Take
Thy Holy Spirit Away.
Restore Me Thy Salvation’s Joy;
With Thy Free Spirit Me Stay.
Then Will I Teach Thy Ways Unto
Those That Transgressors Be;
And Those That Sinners Are Shall Then
Be Turned Unto Thee.

O God, Of My Salvation God,
Me From Blood-Guiltiness
Set Free; Then Shall My Tongue Aloud
Sing Of Thy Righteousness.
15 My Closèd Lips, O Lord, By Thee
Let Them Be Openèd;
Then Shall Thy Praises By My Mouth
Abroad Be Publishèd.

For Thou Desir’st Not Sacrifice,
Else Would I Give It Thee;
Nor Wilt Thou With Burnt-Offering
At All Delighted Be.
A Broken Spirit Is To God
A Pleasing Sacrifice:
A Broken And A Contrite Heart,
Lord, Thou Wilt Not Despise.

Show Kindness, And Do Good, O Lord,
To Zion, Thine Own Hill:
The Walls Of Thy Jerusalem
Build Up Of Thy Good Will.
Then Righteous Off’rings Shall Thee Please,
And Off’rings Burnt, Which They
With Whole Burnt-Off’rings, And With Calves,
Shall On Thine Altar Lay.