Wilt thou, O Lord, regard my tears

1 Wilt thou, O Lord, regard my Tears,
The Fruit of Guilt and Fear?
Me, who thy Justice have provok'd,
O will thy Mercy spare?

2 Yes: for the broken, contrite Heart
Saviour, thy Sufferings plead:
O quench not then the smoaking Flax,
Nor break the bruised Reed!

3 Thy poor unworthy Servant view,
Resign'd to thy Decree;
Ordain me or to live or die,
But live or die in thee.

4 Upon thy gracious Promise, Lord,
My humbled Soul is cast!
O bear me safe thro' Life, thro' Death,
And raise me up at last!

5 Low as this mortal Frame must lie
This mortal Frame shall sing,
Where is thy Victory, o Grave,
And where, o Death, thy Sting!

Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #B.V