Eleventh Sunday after Trinity

Sinful, sighing to be blest,
Bound, and longing to be free,
Weary, waiting for my rest,
'God be merciful to me!'

Holiness! I've none to plead,
Sinfulness in all I see;
I can only bring my need,
'God be merciful to me!'

Broken heart, and downcast eyes,
Dare not lift themselves to Thee,
Yet Thou canst interpret sighs,
‘God be merciful to me!'

From this sinful heart of mine
To Thy bosom I would flee,
I am not mine own, but Thine,
'God be merciful to me!'

There is One beside Thy throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone,
'God be merciful to me P

He my cause will undertake,
My Interpreter will be,
He's my all — and for His sake
'God be merciful to me f