Psalm: Infinite in compassion

Infinite in compassion,
Consider my complaint.
While under condemnation.
And perishing for want:
I pour a mournful prayer
For mercy, mercy sigh,
In depth of sad despair,
Just at the point to die.

Cause of my own undoing.
From Thee through sin I fell,
Rush'd on to endless ruin.
Debased myself to hell.
Yet, ere the pit devour,
For help I feebly call.
Brought down by Satan's power
Low as a soul can fall.

My most long-suffering Saviour,
Extend Thy arms of grace.
And manifest Thy favour
A prostrate wretch to raise.
My desperate soul's physician
If Thou vouchsafe to be.
From bottomless perdition
Redeem'd, I live for Thee.