With Thee There Is Mercy

Verse 1

Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all, Prostrate at Thy feet I fall; Hear, O hear my ardent cry, Frown not, lest I faint and die.

Verse 2

Justly might Thy vengeful dart Pierce this bleeding, broken heart; Justly might Thy kindled ire Blast me in eternal fire.

Verse 3

But with Thee there's mercy found, Balm to heal my every wound: Thou canst soothe the troubled breast, Give the weary wanderer rest.