God! be merciful to me,
For my spirit trusts in Thee,
And to Thee, her refuge springs:
Be the shadow of thy wings
Round the trembling sinner cast,
Till this storm is overpast.
From the water-floods that roll
Deep and deeper round my soul,
Me, Thine arm Almighty take,
For thy loving-kindness' sake;
If Thy truth from me depart,
Thy rebuke will break my heart.
Foes increase, they close me round,
Friend nor comforter is found;
Sore temptations now assail,
Hope and strength and courage fail;
Turn not from Thy servant's grief,
Hasten, Lord, to my relief.
Poor and sorrowful am I,
Set me, O my God! on high:
Wonders Thou for me hast wrought;
Nigh to death my soul is brought;
Save me, Lord, in mercy save,
Lest I sink below the grave.