Sinful, sighing to be blest
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Sinful, sighing to be blest; Bound, and longing to be free; Weary, waiting for my rest; God, be merciful to me. Goodness I have none to plead, Sinfulness in all I see, I can only bring my need: God, be merciful to me. Broken heart and downcast eyes Dare not lift themselves to thee; Yet thou canst interpret sighs: God, be merciful to me. From this sinful heart of mine To thy bosom I would flee; I am not my own, but thine: God, be merciful to me. There is One beside the throne, And my only hope and plea Are in him, and him alone: God, be merciful to me. He my cause will undertake, My interpreter will be; He's my all; and for his sake, God, be merciful to me. |
Suspirantem me bees fracto culpae compede; fiat fesso requies miserere, Domine. Mihi nulla bonitas; culpa cingit undique; sed egenti faveas: miserere, Domine. Pressa cor et lumina metuunt adire te, noscis sed suspiria: miserere, Domine. Te petam (non sum meus) hoc scelesto pectore liberandus, ut tuus: miserere, Domine. Eius nomine preces, qui stat ad thronum prope fundo, qui mihi una spes: miserere, Domine. Hic opem feret mihi, utar hoc interprete, quo suadente tu mihi miserere, Domine. |