1 Lord, have mercy when we pray,
Strength to seek a better way;
When our wakening thoughts begin
First to loathe their cherished sin;
When the earliest gleam is giv’n,
Of the bright but distant Heav’n,
Then Thy fostering grace afford,
Then, oh, then! Have mercy, Lord.
2 Lord, have mercy when we know
First how vain this world below;
When its darker thoughts oppress,
Doubts perplex, and fears distress;
Sigh for death, yet fear it still,
From the dread of future ill;
When the dim, advancing gloom
Tells us that our hour is come.
3 Lord, have mercy when we lie
On the restless bed, and sigh—
When our weary spirits fail,
And our aching brows are pale;
When all other hope is gone,
When our course is almost done,
When is loosed the silver cord—
Then, oh, then! have mercy, Lord.