By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Luke xviii. 13.
      1 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.

      2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
      With deep and conscious guilt oppressed;
      Christ and his cross my only plea;
      O God! be merciful to me.

      3 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.

      4 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.

      5 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.