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John Newton - Pleading For Mercy
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In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod. 

Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak,
Regard my heavy groans;
O let thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones! 

By day my busy beating head
Is filled with anxious fears;
By night, upon my restless bed,
I weep a flood of tears. 

Thus I sit desolate and mourn,
Mine eyes grow dull with grief;
How long, my Lord, ere thou return,
And bring my soul relief? 

O come and show thy pow`r to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death? 

Satan, my cruel envious foe,
Insults me in my pain;
He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain, 
 
But hence, thou enemy, depart!
Nor tempt me to despair;
My Saviour comes to cheer my heart,
The Lord has heard my prayer.
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