Shouldst Thou severely judge,
Who can the trial bear?
But Thou forgivest, lest we despair,
And quite renounce Thy fear.
My soul with patience waits.
For Thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on Thy promise built,
Thy never-failing Word.
Let Israel trust in God,
No bounds His mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence
Eternal succour flows.
AVE mercy, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, opprest with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crime, and see
How great my guilt has been.
Withdraw not Thou Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight;
Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take
His everlasting flight.
The joy Thy favour gives,
Let me again obtain ;
And Thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.
Lead us on our journey,
Be Thyself the way,
Through this earthly darkness,
To the heavenly day;
On Thy truth relying
In the mortal strife,
Lord, receive us, dying,
To eternal life.
God be merciful to me a sinner.
LORD, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life,
With tears and bitter cry.
Thy mercy-gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin;
O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.
We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell;
What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest very well.
Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,
With tears we come to Thee,
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.
And need we, then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,
When Thou dost know, before we speak,
The thing that we would have?
Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask,
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer;
O let thy mercy come!
40 Return, we beseeck Thee, O God of hosts, look down from heaven, and behold.
THOU that dwellest in the heavens high, Above yon stars, and within yon sky; Where the dazzling fields never needed light Of the sun by day, or the moon by night.
Though flaming millions around Thee stand,
For the sake of Him that's at Thy right hand,
O think on those that have cost Him dear,
Now lingering in sadness and darkness here.
Our night is dreary, and dim is our day,
And if Thou shalt turn Thy face away,
We are sinful, feeble, and helpless dust,
With none to look to, and none to trust.
Thine aid, O Mighty One, we crave;
Not shortened is Thine arm to save;
Let not Thine anger for ever burn,
Return, O Lord of hosts, return.
41 Remember, O Lord, Thy tender mercies and Thy loving-kindnesses, for they have been ever of old.
HEN at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,
And plead with Thee for mercy there,
Think of the sinner's dying Friend,
And for His sake receive my prayer.
O think not of my shame and guilt,
My thousand stains of deepest dye;
Think of the blood which Jesus spilt,
And let that blood my pardon buy.
Think, Lord, how I am still Thy own,
The trembling creature of Thy hand;
Think how my heart to sin is prone,
And what temptations round me stand.
O think upon Thy holy word,
And every plighted promise there;
How prayer should evermore be heard,
And how Thy glory is to spare.
O think not of my doubts and fears,
My strivings with Thy grace divine;
Think upon Jesus' woes and tears,
And let His merit stand for mine.
Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull;
Thine arm can never shortened be;
Behold me here, my heart is full;
Behold, and spare, and succour me.
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