“Jesus … have mercy on me.” Mark 10. 47
D. Turner 8.7.
1
Jesus, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant’s cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.
2
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at thy feet repenting,
Send, O send me quick relief.
3
Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?
4
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.
5
On the word thy blood has sealèd
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thy arm be now revealèd;
Stay, O stay me, lest I fall!
6
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.”
