Thou Didst Toil My Soul to Gain

Thou didst toil my soul to gain

Didst re­deem me with Thy pain

Be such la­bor not in vain.

Thou just Judge of wrath sev­ere

Grant my sins re­mis­sion here

Ere Thy reck­on­ing day ap­pear.

My trans­gress­ions griev­ous are

Scarce look up for shame I dare.

Lord

Thy guil­ty sup­pli­ant spare.

Thou didst heal the sin­ner’s grief

And didst hear the dy­ing thief—

Even I may hope re­lief.

All un­wor­thy is my pray­er;

Make my soul Thy mer­cy’s care

And from fire eter­nal spare.

Place me with Thy sheep—that band

Who shall se­pa­rat­ed stand

From the goats

on Thy right hand.

When Thy voice in wrath shall say

Cursèd ones

de­part away!

Call me with the blest

I pray.

Lord

Thine ear in mer­cy bow;

Broken is my heart and low:

Guard of my last end be Thou.

In that day

that mourn­ful day

When to judg­ment wakes our clay

Show me mer­cy

Lord

I pray.