With broken heart and contrite sigh

With broken heart and contrite sigh,

A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;

Thy pard'ning grace is rich and free:

O God, be merciful to me.

I smite upon my troubled breast,

With deep and conscience guilt oppressed;

Christ and His cross my only plea:

O God, be merciful to me.

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.

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.

And when, redeemed from sin and hell,

With all the ransomed throng I dwell,

My raptured song shall ever be,

God has been merciful to me.

Amen.