Hymn 520
When at Thy footstool. Lord, I bend
- p When at Thy footstool. Lord, I bend,
And plead with thee for mercy there,
cr Think of the sinner's dying Friend,
And for His sake receive my prayer.
- p Oh think not of my shame and guilt,
My thousand stains of deepest dye;
cr Think of the blood which Jesus split.
My pardon and my life to buy.
- mf Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own,
p The trembling creature of Thy hand;
Think how my heart to sin is prone.
And what temptations round me stand.
- mf Oh think upon Thy holy word
And every plighted promise there;
How pray'r should evermore be heard,
and how Thy glory is to spare.
- p Oh 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.
- mf Thine eye, Thine ear. they are not dull:
Thine am i can never stioiten'd be;
Behold me here; my iieart is full,
p Behold, and spare, and succour me.
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