Raffles

7.7.7.7.

Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all,

Prostrate at Thy feet I fall;

Hear, oh hear the sinner’s cry,

Frown not lest I faint and die.

2

Vilest of the sons of men,

Worst of rebels I have been:

Oft abused Thee to Thy face,

Trampled on Thy richest grace.

3

Justly might Thy vengeful dart

Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;

Justly might Thy kindred ire

Blast me in eternal fire.

4

But with Thee there’s mercy found,

Balm to heal my every wound;

Soothe, oh soothe the troubled breast,

Give the weary wanderer rest.