523 Alas, my God! my sins are great

1 Alas, my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath power to aid me. 2 And fled I hence, in my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there, Thy hand still hold and guide me. 3 Nay, Thee I seek; - I merit naught, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffered for me. 4 If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher; Here spare me not; if heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. 5 But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer; For they must miss the good Thou wilt, Who at Thy teachings murmur. 6 Then deal with me as seems Thee best, Thy grace will help me bear it, If but at last I see Thy rest, And with my Savior share it.