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Hymn · Psalm 40

The Mercy of God Besought

ST. URSULA · C.M.D. · words from The Psalter, 1912 · music Frederick Westlake

The Mercy of God Besought in has not joice, Thee failed I Yea, My With glad heart hold bide. grief; plore; a for im all sins ten count, who are der Let 2. My 1. Thy 3. re can my Lord, seek Thee than cies, now O I mer more be to me my mag ev O The Pre Lord haste serve re more. ni lief. er fied. Thy O Thy Lord, kind ing lov pleased, let And, Be But res and say, me, truth va tion, cue Thy sal ness to ful has and for to a not put deeds mayed sin Lord The Dis My flight, got; rise; low those count less ly who My Be For need soul me, ter my passed and to have bit hurt com ills seek state my and not tar woe raise Come, Who I Lord, in dare not. light. eyes. ry de my art they they help, my them have Thou And Yea, and put tak shame me; my to en be ver o selves Sav iour The Psalter, 1912 ST. URSULA C.M.D. Frederick Westlake, 1896
The Mercy of God Besought in has not joice, Thee failed I Yea, My With glad heart hold bide. grief; plore; a for im all sins ten count, who are der Let 2. My 1. Thy 3. re can my Lord, seek Thee than cies, now O I mer more be to me my mag ev O The Pre Lord haste serve re more. ni lief. er fied. Thy O Thy Lord, kind ing lov pleased, let And, Be But res and say, me, truth va tion, cue Thy sal ness to ful has and for to a not put deeds mayed sin Lord The Dis My flight, got; rise; low those count less ly who My Be For need soul me, ter my passed and to have bit hurt com ills seek state my and not tar woe raise Come, Who I Lord, in dare not. light. eyes. ry de my art they they help, my them have Thou And Yea, and put tak shame me; my to en be ver o selves Sav iour The Psalter, 1912 ST. URSULA C.M.D. Frederick Westlake, 1896

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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