Father of Mercies

Verse 1

Father of mercies, God of love! Oh! hear a humble suppliant's cry: Bend from thy lofty seat above, Thy throne of glorious majesty: O! deign to listen to my voice, And bid this drooping heart rejoice.

Verse 2

I urge no merits of my own, For I, alas! as all that's vile: No--when I bow before thy throne, Dare to converse with God alone, Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, That dearest, sweetest name to me!

Verse 3

Within this heart of mine, I feel The weight of sin's oppressive load: Oh! help! or else I sink to hell, Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God! Entomb'd within that dread abyss, And exil'd from the realms of bliss!