1 O Gracious Saviour pity me!
My soul is fill'd with grief,
To whom or whither can I flee?
to find or get relief.
2 My sins lie heavy on my heart,
And vex my troubled soul,
My only hope and trust thou art,
My sorrows to control.
3 When on my case I meditate,
And see what sin prevails;
And I do feel my helpless state,
My heart it shrinks and fails.
4 Tho' I am weak and faint and poor,
Thy mercies still abound;
Thy grace affords a bounteous store
Where life and peace is found.
5 Thy sacred word does fully prove,
That dying sinners may
Obtain a pardon from above,
For which my God I pray!Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCXCVIII