“Jesus … have mercy on me.” Mark 10. 47
D. Turner 8.7.
Jesus, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant’s cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at thy feet repenting,
Send, O send me quick relief.
Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?
Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me!
My soul cleaveth to the dust;
Send the Comforter to cheer me,
Lo! in thee I put my trust.
On the word thy blood has sealèd
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thy arm be now revealèd;
Stay, O stay me, lest I fall!
In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,
“Here’s a soul that perished suing
For the boasted Saviour’s aid.”