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Pleading for Mercy
When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,
And plead with Thee for mercy there,
O think Thou of the sinner's Friend,
And for His sake receive my prayer!
O think not of my shame and guilt,
My thousand stains of deepest dye:
Think of the blood which Jesus spilt,
And let that blood my pardon buy.
And plead with Thee for mercy there,
O think Thou of the sinner's Friend,
And for His sake receive my prayer!
O think not of my shame and guilt,
My thousand stains of deepest dye:
Think of the blood which Jesus spilt,
And let that blood my pardon buy.
Think, Lord, how I am still Thy own,
The trembling creature of Thy hand;
Think how my heart to sin is prone,
And what temptations round me stand.
O think how blind and weak am I,
How strong and wily are my foes:
They wrestled with Thy hosts on high;
How should a worn their might oppose?
The trembling creature of Thy hand;
Think how my heart to sin is prone,
And what temptations round me stand.
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How strong and wily are my foes:
They wrestled with Thy hosts on high;
How should a worn their might oppose?
O think upon Thy holy word,
And every plighted promise there—
How prayer should evermore be heard,
And how Thy glory is to spare.
O think not of my doubts and fears,
My strivings with Thy grace divine:
Think upon Jesus' woes and tears,
And let His merits stand for mine.
And every plighted promise there—
How prayer should evermore be heard,
And how Thy glory is to spare.
O think not of my doubts and fears,
My strivings with Thy grace divine:
Think upon Jesus' woes and tears,
And let His merits stand for mine.
Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull;
Thine arm can never shortened be:
Behold me here—my heart is full—
Behold, and spare and succour me.
No claim, no merits, Lord, I plead;
I come a humbled helpless slave:
But, ah! the more my guilty need,
The more Thy glory, Lord, to save.
Thine arm can never shortened be:
Behold me here—my heart is full—
Behold, and spare and succour me.
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I come a humbled helpless slave:
But, ah! the more my guilty need,
The more Thy glory, Lord, to save.
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