Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1791)/Mercy
O sweet — attentive to the pray'r,
Ye forward hope and stave despair;
Thro' Christ his blood divinely spill'd,
Tremendous ruin to rebuild.
5Tho' high above the great and just,
Yet thou descendest to the dust;
Both to the sovereign and the slave,
Nor quitt'st the monument and grave.
O let me like the righteous die,
10And so I shall if thou art by!
The viol in thy hand uprears
My Saviour's blood, my Saviour's tears.
Come, Cherub, come, possess my soul,
All wrath and bitterness controul;
15If thou thy charming pow'rs bestow,
I'll shew thee to my veriest foe.
- 6. Yet thou descendest to the dust... — "descendest" printed as "descendedst" in 1772a.
- 11. The viol in thy hand uprears… — "viol" printed as "phial" in 1772a and "vial" in 1786.