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Text Based On Luke Chapter 18 (KJV)
And the publican, standing afar off, would not
lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven,
but smote upon his breast, saying,
God be merciful to me a sinner.

(Public Domain)
Words: Cornelius Elven: 1797-1873
Music: John B. Dykes: 1823-1876
Rivaulx v5/D


1 With broken heart and contrite heart,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.

2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed,
Christ and His Word my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me.

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
O God, be merciful to me.

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My joyous song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.

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