Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask,
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit,
O let Thy mercy come.
HYMN 90.
O Saviour is Thy promise fled,
No longer might Thy grace endure
To heal the sick, and raise the dead,
And preach Thy gospel to the poor.
Come, Jesus, come! return again;
With brighter beam Thy servants bless,
Who long to feel Thy perfect reign,
And share Thy kingdom's happiness.
Come, Jesus, come; and as of yore,
The Prophet went to clear Thy way,
A harbinger Thy feet before,
A dawning to Thy brighter day.
So now may grace, with heav'nly show'r
Our stony hearts for truth prepare;
Sow in our souls the seed of pow'r,
Then come and reap Thy harvest there.
HYMN 91.
O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
When trials sore obstruct my way,
