“Lord, we confess our numerous faults”

A hymn written by Isaac Watts


Lord, we confess our numerous faults,
        How great our guilt has been!
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
        And all our lives were sin.


But, O my soul, for ever praise,
        For ever love His name,
Who turns my feet from dangerous ways
        Of folly, sin and shame!


'Tis not by works of righteousness
        Which our own hands have done,
But we are saved by sovereign grace
        Abounding through His Son.


'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.


'Tis through the purchase of His death
        Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is sent down to breathe
        On such dry bones as we.


Raised from the dead, we live anew,
        And, justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,
        And see our Father's face.