1068    8.7.     D. Turner
“Jesus … have mercy on me.” Mark 10. 47

1 Jesus, full of all compassion,
  Hear thy humble suppliant’s cry;
  Let me know thy great salvation;
  See, I languish, faint, and die.

2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
  Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
  Prostrate at thy feet repenting,
  Send, O send me quick relief.

3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
  But to him who comfort gives?
  Whither, from the dread of dying,
  But to him who ever lives?

4 Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me!
  My soul cleaveth to the dust;
  Send the Comforter to cheer me,
  Lo! in thee I put my trust.

5 On the word thy blood has sealèd
  Hangs my everlasting all;
  Let thy arm be now revealèd;
  Stay, O stay me, lest I fall!

6 In the world of endless ruin,
  Let it never, Lord, be said,
  “Here’s a soul that perished suing
  For the boasted Saviour’s aid.”