Psalm 143

O Lord, in pitying love give ear!
My mournful supplications hear,
For Thy own promise' sake;
O'erwhelm'd with sin and misery.
Weary and faint I come to Thee,
And proffer'd mercy take.

If Thou shouldst as my Judge appear,
I could not bear the test severe:
Not one of all our race
Can stand acquitted in Thy sight,
Or claim acceptance as his right.
Or dare demand Thy grace.

A sinner self-condemn'd I am,
And groan beneath my load of shame;
My soul-destroying foe
Hath smote and cast me to the ground,
In chains of massy darkness bound
As those who howl below.

My sph-it faints by grief oppress'd,
And droops my heart, and breaks for rest
Yet do I call to mind
Thy wonders wrought in ancient days;
I muse on all Thy works of grace,
And pity for mankind.

See, Lord, a dying sinner see!
I still stretch out my hands to Thee,
Unwash'd and unrenew'd;
As thirsts a barren land for showers,
My weary soul with all its powers
Gasps for the living God!

Haste to my help, Thy blood apply I
My spirit fails, I faint, I die,
If still Thou hid'st Thy face;
I fall and perish at Thy feet,
I sink into the burning pit.
If Thou withhold I'hy grace.

O God, in whom I trust, appear!
Give me Thy pardoning voice to hear,
Thy saving health to see;
The glorious gospel-light display,
And lead into the perfect way
A soul that looks to Thee.

For refuge. Lord, to Thee I fly!
On Thee alone for help rely,
For pardon, peace, and power.
From all my foes and sins release,
And teach me thus my Lord to please.
And bid me sin no more.

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O reach me out Thy Spirit's hand!
Into that good and pleasant land
Of holy quiet lead;
Quicken me, for Thy mercy's sake:
From sin and Satan's dungeon take,
And make me free indeed,

In mercy take these sins away,
And all my foes for ever slay,
That now my soul oppress!
Receive me, Saviour, for Thine OAvn,
And let me serve the Lord alone,
The Lord my Righteousness.