| Text: | LORD, Be Merciful to Me |
| Author: | Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847 |
1 LORD, be merciful to me,
To Your sheltering side I flee;
Foes around me fiercely throng,
Faith is weak, and fear is strong.
Whither shall Your trembler fly?
Whither, but to Thee, Most High?
2 Yes, to Thee my soul shall turn;
You will not my pleadings spurn.
On Your Word my hopes abide;
I before its strength have tried:
Trusting, yielding all to Thee,
What can shake or injure me?
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| First Line: | LORD, be merciful to me |
| Title: | LORD, Be Merciful to Me |
| Author: | Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847 (alt.) |
| Meter: | 7.7.7.7.7 |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 2022 |
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