A hymn by John Fawcett (1739-1817)

Though we “hunger and thirst” after righteousness, we fall short. This hymn offers a suitable prayer for God’s aid.

Pity, dear Lord, thy feeble child,
By sin and Satan oft beguil’d;
Daily to thee I still return,
My own inconstancy to mourn.

Thou see’st me wav’ring to and fro’,
And toss’d with various winds that blow;
Thou hast compassion for the weak,
The bruised reed thou wilt not break.

O settle my unstable heart,
Let me not from thy truth depart,
Confirm my faith, increase my love,
And fix my heart on things above.

Let my whole soul united be,
By firmer ties, dear Lord, to thee;
Let me my few remaining days
Be steadfast in thy work and ways.