2 The helpless sinner’s cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thy ears;
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
3 On thee, our guardian God, we call;
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliverance there,
And must we perish in despair?
4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,
To our forsaken God we turn;