378    C.M.     Samuel Medley
The Beggar’s Prayer. Matt. 8. 2; Mark 1. 40

1 A beggar poor, at mercy’s door,
  Lies such a wretch as I;
  Thou know’st my need is great indeed,
  Lord, hear me when I cry.

2 With guilt beset, and deep in debt,
  For pardon, Lord I pray;
  O let thy love sufficient prove
  To take my sins away.

3 A wicked heart is no small part
  Of my distress and shame;
  Let sovereign grace its crimes efface,
  Through Jesus’ blessed name.

4 [My darkened mind, I daily find,
  Is prone to go astray;
  Lord, on it shine, with light divine,
  And guide it in thy way.]

5 [My stubborn will opposes still
  Thy wise and holy hand;
  Thy Spirit send to make it bend
  To thy supreme command.]

6 Affections wild, by sin defiled,
  Oft hurry me away;
  Lord, bring them home, nor let them roam
  From Christ, the Living Way.

7 [A conscience hard does oft retard
  My walk in holy peace;
  Let it by thee made tender be,
  And all its hardness cease.]

8 [My memory bad, but what is sad,
  Can folly still retain;
  O fill it, Lord, with thy sweet word,
  And let it there remain.]

9 Before thy face I’ve told my case;
  Lord, help, and mercy send;
  Pity my soul, and make me whole,
  And love me to the end.