O that the Lord would hear my cry

Verse 1

O that the Lord would hear my cry, And stay his anger lest I die! Thy wrath is just--yet, Oh, forgive! And let a mourning sinner live.

Verse 2

Shouldst thou my body crush to dust, I still must say that God is just; But yet I hope thy grace to share, That mercy will the sinner spare.

Verse 3

In all my frame, without, within, I feel the sad effects of sin; How long, my God, must I complain, And deprecate thy wrath in vain?

Verse 4

Oh should I die deprived of thee? What being else can succor me? Thy frowns would rend my soul in death, And sink it to the depth beneath.

Verse 5

Ye darling sins that plague me so, The greatest enemies I know, Depart--for God hath heard my prayer, And will not let me long despair.

Verse 6

No; I shall yet his goodness bless; And when this transient life shall pass, Then full of glory, I shall prove He can be just, and sinners love.