Begging Hymn

I beg for mercy, Lord most just,

For all the wrong that I have wrought;

For all my pride, for all my lust,

For all my sin, for all my thought.

I beg thee, Lord, bind these my hands;

I cannot tie them for myself.

Release me, Lord, from shifting sands;

Find me a rock next to thyself.

I beg thee grow in me thy grace.

Take from me all the world hast giv’n.

Blind these my eyes; still this my voice;

Blunt this my will, so pleasure riv’n.

I beg thee, Lord, look down from heav’n

Prove your heav’nly heart’s not stone.

I ache to know I’ve been forgiv’n.

I cannot purge my sin alone.

I beg thee, Lord, inflict much pain;

Bestow yet more should I persist

In straying from thy path again.

I beg one sign that you exist.

By Matthew Robinson

Matthew is a British-Cambodian TV and film producer, director and writer.