
O hear my cry, be gracious now to me,
Come, Great Deliverer, come;
My soul bowed down is longing now for Thee,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.
I have no place, no shelter from the night,
Come, Great Deliverer, come;
One look from Thee would give me life and light,
Come, Great Deliverer, come. [Refrain]
My path is lone, and weary are my feet,
Come, Great Deliverer, come;
Mine eyes look up Thy loving smile to meet,
Come, Great Deliverer, come. [Refrain]
Thou wilt not spurn contrition’s broken sigh,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.
Regard my prayer, and hear my humble cry,
Come, Great Deliverer, come. [Refrain]
Refrain
I’ve wandered far away o’er mountains cold,
I’ve wandered far away from home;
O take me now, and bring me to Thy fold,
Come, Great Deliverer, come.
Fanny Crosby, 1877
Read Psalm 40:11-17
This is one of Fanny Crosby’s less popular hymns, appearing in far fewer hymnals than some of her others. But the feeling of being at the end of your rope and crying out for mercy and help is relatable to most of us. Thank God we have in Him a Great Deliverer.