Regard, great God! my mournful prayer;

Regard, great God! my mournful prayer;
Make my poor trembling soul thy care;
For me in pity undertake,
And save me for thy mercies' sake.

My soul's cast down within me, Lord,
And only thou canst help afford;
Let not my heart with sorrow break,
But save me for thy mercies' sake.

Such dismal storms are raised within,
By Satan and indwelling sin,
Which all my soul with horror shake;
O save me for thy mercies' sake.

I've foes and fears of every shape,
Nor from them can my soul escape;
Upon me, Lord, some pity take,
And save me for thy mercies' sake.

I've scarce a glimmering ray of light;
With me 'tis little else but night;
O for my help do thou awake,
And save me for thy mercies' sake.

To me, dear Saviour, turn once more;
To my poor soul thy joys restore;
Let me again thy smiles partake.
Lord, save me for thy mercies' sake.