Scripture Verse

This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High. Psalm 77:10

Introduction

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Johann Crüger
(1598–1662)

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems (Bris­tol, Eng­land: Fe­lix Far­ley, 1742), pag­es 17–18.

Music: All­mächt­ig­er Gott Jo­hann Crü­ger, 1640 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley
(1707–1788)

Lyrics

Have mercy, Lord, Thy wrath remove,
Nor let Thy judgments weigh me down;
I cannot live without Thy love,
I cannot stand beneath Thy frown.

Wilt Thou not once Thy face display,
And dart a ray of heavenly light?
Still must I urge my cheerless way,
And mourn throughout my long-lived night?

Lo! In my prayer I ever mourn,
Vexed with the sad remains of sin,
Broken, and bruised, and racked, and torn,
How shall I bear this hell within?

This unbelief, these cruel fears,
Distracting doubts, and torturing pain,
While Thou art silent at my tears,
Thou see’st them ever flow in vain.

And must I yield to black despair?
In vain on Thee for mercy call,
Tempted above what I can bear!
And wilt Thou suffer me to fall?

Never again disclose Thy face,
Or show me the atoning blood?
Have I exhausted all Thy grace?
Hath God forgotten to be good?

Forever is Thy mercy gone,
Thy truth, and faithfulness, and love?
Doth angry justice rule alone?
Have I no advocate above?

Then pour Thy vengeance on my head,
And quench the smoking flax in me,
Break (if Thou canst) a bruisèd reed,
And cast me out who come to Thee.

Jesu, I come my doom to meet,
A sinner whom Thou wilt not spare:
But I will perish at Thy feet,
The first that ever perished there!