Thy Tender Mercies, O My Lord

Thy ten­der mer­cies

O my Lord

Withhold not

I im­plore;

But let Thy kind­ness and Thy truth

Preserve me ev­er­more.

For count­less ills have com­passed me

My sin­ful deeds arise;

Yea

they have ov­er­tak­en me;

I dare not raise my eyes.

My sins are more than I can count

My heart has failed for grief;

Be pleased

O Lord

to res­cue me

O haste to my re­lief.

Be those who seek to hurt my soul

Dismayed and put to flight

And they them­selves be put to shame

Who in my woe de­light.

Let all who seek Thee now re­joice

Yea

glad in Thee ab­ide

And

lov­ing Thy sal­va­tion

say

The Lord be mag­ni­fied.

My low­ly state and bit­ter need

The Lord has not for­got;

Thou art my Sav­ior and my help

Come

Lord

and tar­ry not.