1 Alas my God! my sins are great,
My conscience doth upbraid me;
And now I find that in my strait
No man hath power to aid me.
2 And though I flee, in my despair,
In some low spot to hide me,
My griefs would still be with me there,
Thy hand still hold and guide me.
3 Nay, Thee I seek!—I merit naught,
Yet pity and restore me;
Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot,
Thy Son hath suffered for me.
4 O curb my heart, forgive my guilt,
Make Thou my patience firmer,
For they must miss the good Thou wilt,
Who at Thy chasting murmur.
5 Then deal with me as seems Thee best,
Thy grace will help me bear it,
If but at last I see Thy rest,
And with my Savior share it.
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First Line: | Alas! my God! my sins are great |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | The Catechism: Repentance |
Notes: | Author from Index: Rutilius— Winkworth; Hymn from the German Text: Ach Gott und Herr |