Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Oh for pity and Help

Oh for pity and help to thee I come
For grace underserved I seek to have
What privilege thou hast grant through your Son 
That sinful man may obtrude your House
And see him not slain by your Holy frame.
Oh For pity and Help to thee I come
I dare not stand but hug the ground
For I hear thou resisteth the proud at heart
But lifts the poor and those fallen down.
O for pity and help to thee I come
To release this miserable sorrow I bring 
This intolerable weight of guilt I feel
I hear thy precious Son does relieve.

For pity look not away from me
For grace in me exalt thy name
That all may see thy wondrous deed 
That You Jehovah is a helping King.


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