Hymn 112

1WITH broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry ;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free ;
O God, be merciful to me !

2I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed ;
Christ and his cross my only plea ;
O God, be merciful to me !

3Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies ;
But thou dost all my anguish see ;
O God, be merciful to me !

4Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone ;
To Calvary alone I flee ;
O God, be merciful to me !

5And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me !