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Hymn · Psalm 40

The Mercy of God Besought

FOREST GREEN · 8.6.8.6.D · words from The Psalter, 1912 · music English traditional

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The Mercy of God Besought I a for im Thee failed glad heart hold Yea, My With in has not bide. grief; plore; who are der all seek more mer sins 3. Let 2. My 1. Thy ten re can my joice, count, Lord, now cies, than I O Thee ev ni re er mag my Lord haste serve The O Pre be to me fied. lief. more. ing O Thy lov Thy Lord, kind pleased, let And, Be But tion, cue Thy say, me, truth ness va to res and sal ful and deeds not put has The Dis My need soul me, Lord mayed sin for to a got; flight, rise; low those count state seek ills ly who less My Be For bit hurt com ter my passed and to have ry de my tar woe raise Lord, in dare Come, Who I and my not not. light. eyes. my them have art they they Sav selves o Thou And Yea, my to en help, shame me; iour be ver and put tak The Psalter, 1912 FOREST GREEN 8.6.8.6.D English traditional

1.Thy tender mercies, O my Lord,
Withhold not I implore;
But let Thy kindness and Thy truth
Preserve me evermore.
For countless ills have compassed me,
My sinful deeds arise;
Yea, they have overtaken me;
I dare not raise my eyes.

2.My sins are more than I can count,
My heart has failed for grief;
Be pleased, O Lord, to rescue me,
O haste to my relief.
Be those who seek to hurt my soul
Dismayed and put to flight,
And they themselves be put to shame
Who in my woe delight.

3.Let all who seek Thee now rejoice,
Yea, glad in Thee abide.
And, loving Thy salvation, say,
The Lord be magnified.
My lowly state and bitter need
The Lord has not forgot;
Thou art my Saviour and my help,
Come, Lord, and tarry not.

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