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Hymn · Psalm 40

The Mercy of God Besought

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

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