With broken heart and contrite sigh
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With broken heart and contrite sigh,A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:O God, be merciful to me!
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I smite upon my troubled breastWith deep and conscious guilt oppressed;Christ and his cross my only plea:O God, be merciful to me!
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Far off I stand with tearful eyes,Nor dare uplift them to the skies;But thou dost all my anguish see:O God, be merciful to me!
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Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,Can for a single sin atone;To Calvary alone I flee:O God, be merciful to me!
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And when, redeemed from sin and hell,With all the ransomed throng I dwell,My raptured song shall ever be,"God has been merciful to me!"