Psalm 143

Anne Steele

2 And oh! let mercy still be nigh;
Should awful justice frown severe,
Before the terrors of Thine eye,
What trembling mortal can appear?

3 I call to mind the former days;
Thy ancient works declare Thy name,
Thy truth, Thy goodness, and Thy grace;
And these, O Lord, are still the same.

4 Come, Lord, on wings of mercy fly,
My spirit falls at Thy delay;
Hide not Thy face; I faint, I die,
Without Thy blissful healing ray.

5 Teach me to do Thy sacred will;
Thou art my God, my hope, my stay;
Let Thy good Spirit lead me still,
And point the safe, the upright way.

6 Thy name, Thy righteousness I plead,
O Lord, revive my drooping heart;
Let these distressing fears recede,
And bid my troubles all depart.

Anne Steele, 1760.