Sinful, sighing to be blest;
Bound, and longing to be free;
Weary, waiting for my rest:
God, be merciful to me.

Goodness I have 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 my own, but thine:
God, be merciful to me.

There is One beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in him, and him alone:
God, be merciful to me.

He my cause will undertake,
My interpreter will be;
He's my all; and for his sake,
God, be merciful to me.


J. S. B. Monsell