Sinful, sighing to be blest; 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 my 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. | |