O God of Mercy, Hear My Call
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
O God of mercy, hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from Thy love.
Give me the presence of Thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud Thy righteousness,
And make Thy praise my song.
No blood of goats nor heifers slain,
For sin could e’er atone;
The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.
A soul oppressed with sin’s desert,
My God will ne’er despise;
A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.
