Lord, on Thy Promise I Rely

Lord on Thy pro­mise I re­ly

That Thou wilt hear a sin­ner’s cry

In ev­ery try­ing time of need

And show Thy­self the friend in­deed.

To count Thy mer­cies I be­gin

When

lo

a voice comes from with­in—

Where shall the count­less bless­ings end

Which Thou to me dost dai­ly send?

Condemned by that most sac­red law

Which brok­en is each breath I draw?

Lord

on­ly on Thy grace I lean

Thou canst the guil­ty soul make clean.

Lo

at Thy feet I hum­bly fall

And for Thy mer­cy great I call

O turn to me Thy smil­ing face

Send me the full­ness of Thy grace.