Religion

Psalm 86

by Charles Wesley 1707–1788

From Versions and Paraphrases of Select Psalms · Osborn ed., vol. 8 (1870)

Religion

Bow down, O Lord, Thy gracious ear,
Thy poor and needy servant hear;
My soul is all Thine own:
Preserve me, O my God, and save,
Faith in Thy pard'ning power I have,
I trust in Thee alone.

The reconciling word apply;
For mercy, Lord, I daily cxf.
And raise mv soul to heaven;
Show me the brightness of Thy face,
Gladden my heart by pardoning grace.
And speak my sins forgiven.

Thou still art ready to forgive;
Who sue to Thee for life shall live;
Who seek Thy face shall find;
Thy grace doth, more than sin, abound;
With Thee is plenteous pardon found
For me and all mankind.

Now, Saviour, now accept my prayer,
While sore oppress'd with guilty care!
In this my evil day
I call for help on Thee alone;
Thou wilt regard my humble moan,
And hear me when I pray.

Among the gods there's none like Thee:
The glories of the Deity
Through all creation shine;
Who then to vie with Thee shall dare?
Thy works are all beyond compare,
And speak Thy hand Divine.

The nations Thou hast made shall all
Approach with humble fear, and fall
Prostrate before Thy face;
Thee every tongue shall soon proclaim,
And glorify the Saviour's name,
Saviour of all their race!

For Thou in power and love art great,
Enthroned in everlasting state;
The works which Thou hast done
What angel tongue can fully tell?
Thy every act is miracle.
And Thou art God alone.

Teach me, O Lord, Thy perfect way;
My simple heart shall then obey,
With filial fear adore;
Then all my heart Thy name shall bless.
And praise, and sing, and never cease.
And love Thee evermore.

For, O! Thy love to me is great;
Thou hast redeem'd me from the pit
Of hellish misery;
From all who sought my soul to' oppress,
Human and devilish enemies.
Thy love hath set me free.

Thou, Lord, a God of mercy art,
Mere mercy fills Thy tender heart.
And meek long-suffering grace:
Plenteous in truth, and pardoning love,
Thy bowels of compassion move
To all the fallen race.

Turn then to me. Thy mercy show;
My soul with strength Divine indue,
Thy image. Lord, restore;
In me. Thy servant and Thy son.
Make all Thy great salvation known.
And bid me sin no more.

Some pledge of good bestow on me.
That all my foes with shame may see
The Lord is on my part:
My help and comfort in distress;
Who gave me this sure pledge of peace,
Shall make me pure in heart.

MLA

Wesley, Charles. “Psalm 86.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/2152/.

Chicago

Wesley, Charles. “Psalm 86.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/2152/.

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