- Unworthy I Am Lord.
My Lord, My God, Saviour,
May I Draw Nearer To Thee Lord?
With All My Sinful Load.
- My Sins Do Press On Me
With My Uncleansed Heart,
How Sorrowful This May Be Lord?
In This Thy Holy Sight.
- Do I Move To The Grave,
In This My Hopeless State?
I Have Joy In Thy Painful Death
For Me The Miserable.
- The Blood Which Thou Has shed
Which Is Free Given Grace
Can Clean Me A Sinner So Bad;
Can Soften Hardened Heart..
- I Worship At Thy Feet,
Forgive To Me My Sins,
Here I’ll Not Arise On My Knees
Till Thou Shalt Say Arise’.