Sermon Text: Psalm 51

Psa. 51:0 For the choir director. A Psalm of David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.
Psa. 51:1 Be gracious to me, O God, according to Your lovingkindness;
According to the greatness of Your compassion blot out my transgressions.
Psa. 51:2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
And cleanse me from my sin.
Psa. 51:3 For I know my transgressions,
And my sin is ever before me.
Psa. 51:4 Against You, You only, I have sinned
And done what is evil in Your sight,
So that You are justified when You speak
And blameless when You judge.
Psa. 51:5 Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity,
And in sin my mother conceived me.
Psa. 51:6 Behold, You desire truth in the innermost being,
And in the hidden part You will make me know wisdom.
Psa. 51:7 Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Psa. 51:8 Make me to hear joy and gladness,
Let the bones which You have broken rejoice.
Psa. 51:9 Hide Your face from my sins
And blot out all my iniquities.
Psa. 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Psa. 51:11 Do not cast me away from Your presence
And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.
Psa. 51:12 Restore to me the joy of Your salvation
And sustain me with a willing spirit.
Psa. 51:13 Then I will teach transgressors Your ways,
And sinners will be converted to You.
Psa. 51:14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation;
Then my tongue will joyfully sing of Your righteousness.
Psa. 51:15 O Lord, open my lips,
That my mouth may declare Your praise.
Psa. 51:16 For You do not delight in sacrifice, otherwise I would give it;
You are not pleased with burnt offering.
Psa. 51:17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.
Psa. 51:18 By Your favor do good to Zion;
Build the walls of Jerusalem.
Psa. 51:19 Then You will delight in righteous sacrifices,
In burnt offering and whole burnt offering;
Then young bulls will be offered on Your altar.