PETITIONARY HYMNS
POEM VI. There Is Mercy with Thee.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)

ord, should’st thou weigh my righteousness
Or mark what I have done amiss,
   How should thy servant stand?
Tho’ others might, yet surely I
Must hide my face, nor dare to cry
   For mercy at thy hand.

But thou art loth thy bolts to shoot;
Backward and slow to execute
   The vengeance due to me:
Thou dost not willingly reprove,
For all the mild effects of love
   Are center’d, Lord, in thee.

Shine, then, thou all-subduing light,
The powers of darkness put to flight
   Nor from me ever part:
From earth to heaven be thou my guide,
And O, above each gift beside,
   Give me an upright heart.

—from The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).

salme 53 (Geneva Bible)
To him that excelleth on Mahalath.
A Psalme of David to give instruction.
1 The foole hath saide in his heart, There is no God. they haue corrupted and done abominable wickednes: there is none that doeth good.
2 God looked downe from heauen vpon the children of men, to see if there were any that would vnderstand, and seeke God.
3 Euery one is gone backe: they are altogether corrupt: there is none that doth good, no not one.
4 Doe not the workers of iniquitie knowe that they eate vp my people as they eate bread? they call not vpon God.
5 There they were afraide for feare, where no feare was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that besieged thee: thou hast put them to confusion, because God hath cast them off.
6 Oh giue saluation vnto Israel out of Zion: when God turneth the captiuitie of his people, then Iaakob shall reioyce, and Israel shalbe glad.

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