1 Regard, great God! my mournful prayer;
Make my poor trembling soul thy care;
For me in pity undertake,
And save me for thy mercies’ sake.

2 [My soul’s cast down within me, Lord,
And only thou canst help afford;
Let not my heart with sorrow break,
But save me for thy mercies’ sake.]

3 Such dismal storms are raised within,
By Satan and indwelling sin,
Which all my soul with horror shake;
O save me for thy mercies’ sake.

4 [I’ve foes and fears of every shape,
Nor from them can my soul escape;
Upon me, Lord, some pity take,
And save me for thy mercies’ sake.]

5 [I’ve scarce a glimmering ray of light;
With me ‘tis little else but night;
O for my help do thou awake,
And save me for thy mercies’ sake.]

6 To me, dear Saviour, turn once more;
To my poor soul thy joys restore;
Let me again thy smiles partake.
Lord, save me for thy mercies’ sake.