Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||
MISERERE, DOMINE!
Jesu, Thy mercy we implore,
The tempest swells, the winds are high,
The troubled waters chafe and roar,
And clouds are darkening o'er the sky.
As suppliants we come to thee;
Miserere, Domine!
The tempest swells, the winds are high,
The troubled waters chafe and roar,
And clouds are darkening o'er the sky.
As suppliants we come to thee;
Miserere, Domine!
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O Thou that on the bitter cross
Didst bleed and die for human sin,
Content to suffer pain and loss
If man's redemption Thou might'st win;
To Thee for refuge, Lord, we flee;
Miserere, Domine!
Didst bleed and die for human sin,
Content to suffer pain and loss
If man's redemption Thou might'st win;
To Thee for refuge, Lord, we flee;
Miserere, Domine!
Oh! fold us, Saviour, 'neath Thy wing,
Oh! shield us in Thy gracious love,
Around us Thy broad shadows fling,
And watch us from Thy heaven above;
Our Guardian and Protector be;
Miserere, Domine!
Oh! shield us in Thy gracious love,
Around us Thy broad shadows fling,
And watch us from Thy heaven above;
Our Guardian and Protector be;
Miserere, Domine!
Once Thou didst hush the angry wind,
And lull the waves in tranquil sleep;
The tempest's fury Thou didst bind,
To show Thy power upon the deep;
Didst Thou not walk the stormy sea?
Miserere, Domine!
And lull the waves in tranquil sleep;
The tempest's fury Thou didst bind,
To show Thy power upon the deep;
Didst Thou not walk the stormy sea?
Miserere, Domine!
Then hold us safe within Thy hand,
And bring us to the farther shore;
We fain would reach that happy land
Where storms will threaten never more.
We have no hope, Lord, but in Thee;
Miserere, Domine!
And bring us to the farther shore;
We fain would reach that happy land
Where storms will threaten never more.
We have no hope, Lord, but in Thee;
Miserere, Domine!
Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||