Verse 1
Be Thou gracious to me, Father, hear my humble plea
Sin is crouching at my door and waiting there for me
I am weary with my crying, tears that ever flow
Let the bones which You have broken
mend and heal and grow
Chorus
Heal me, with Your hand of mercy, Father
Cleanse me, with the precious blood
Shield me, I am safe in Your wings
When You rescue me
Verse 2
Every night my bed would swim with tears of mounting grief
Habits of old were my friend refusing me relief
Rather let me put away all that which never soothes
And replace it with Your Word, my nourishment, my food
Bridge
Rescue me, my Father, from the dark of night
I am in Your favor through the blood of Christ
Amy Branson Fata © 2011 Portion Music (ASCAP)
Sin is crouching at the door; and its desire is for you.
Gen. 4:7b
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am pining away;
Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are dismayed.
Psalm 6:2
“Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me;
O Lord, be my helper.”
Psalm 30:10