1 To my humble supplication,
Lord, give ear and acceptation;
save thy servant that hath none
help nor hope but thee alone.
Send, O send relieving gladness
to my soul opprest with sadness,
which from clog of earth set free,
winged with zeal, flies up to thee;
2 to thee, rich in mercies' treasure
and in goodness without measure,
never failing help to those
who on thy sure help repose.
Heav'nly Tutor, of thy kindness,
teach my dullness, guide my blindness,
that my steps thy paths may tread
which to endless bliss do lead.
|First Line:||To my humble supplication|
|Title:||To My Humble Supplication|