116.-C.M. God be merciful to me, a sinner ! O HEAVENLY God! O Father dear! O pour thy precious oil of grace Grant mercy then, O Saviour sweet, Whose mournful cry to Thee, O Lord, Doth still for mercy call. Alas I sigh! alas I sob! That ever my licentious will So wickedly was bent. Sith thus therefore with yearnful plain Restore to life the wretched soul So shall my voice unto thy name 117.-L.M. For Thou hast delivered my soul from death; wilt not Thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living? WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be, A poor blind child, I wander here, Thee, only Thee, I fain would find, Whom man forsakes, Thou wilt not leave, Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to Thee are known. Ah, wherefore did I ever doubt? Lord I am sick,-my sickness cure; Lord, I am blind,-be Thou my sight; 118.-C.M. Good Lord, deliver me! IN the dark season of distress, From earthly ills I flee, To seek sweet comfort from above,— Good Lord, deliver me! If wealth be mine, from all the snares From pride, and from that worst offence, Whose hand that wealth did first dispense, When on the bed of death, a prey To gloomy thoughts I lie, Or worn by slow disease away, Or racked with agony; Stung with remorse for what hath been, And dreading what may be When death hath closed this mortal scene,Good Lord, deliver me!— And oh! in that appalling hour, A suppliant at the bar of grace,- 119.-7s. Kyrie Eleison! LORD! have mercy when we pray Lord! have mercy when we lie On the restless bed and sigh, Sigh for death, yet fear it still From the thought of former ill; When the dim, advancing gloom Tells us that our hour is come; When is loosed the silver cord; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord! Lord! have mercy when we know First how vain this world below: When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of thy bright but distant heaven; Then thy fostering grace afford; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord! |