Sinful, sighing to be blest
Sinful, sighing to be blessed;
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 mine 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.
Words: John Samuel Bewley Monsell, Jr., 1857
Music: St. Bees, Lew Trenchard, Tunbridge
Meter: 77 77
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 1999-2003.
