Scripture Verse

How frail I am. Psalm 39:4


Words: David Thomas, The Biblical Liturgy 1874, alt.

Music: Auckland Fred­er­ick C. Ma­ker, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Thomas or Maker (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


Show pity, Lord, for we are frail and faint;
We fade away, O list to our complaint;
We fade away like flowers in the sun,
We just begin, and then our work is done.

Show pity, Lord, our souls are sore distressed;
As troubled seas, our natures have no rest;
As troubled seas, that surging, beat the shore,
And throb and heave, ever and evermore.

Show pity, Lord, our grief is in our sin;
We would be cleansed, O make us pure within;
We would be cleansed, for this we cry to Thee;
Thy word of love can make the conscience free.

Show pity, Lord: Inspire our hearts with love;
That holy love which draws the soul above;
That holy love which makes us one with Thee,
And with Thy saints through all eternity.