- When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend
And Plead With Thee For Mercy There,
Think Of The Sinner’s Dying Friend,
And For His Sake Receive My Prayer.
- Oh Think Not Of My Shame And Guilt,
My Thousand Stains Of Deepest Dye;
Think Of The Blood Which Jesus Split,
My Pardon And My Life To Buy.
- Think, Lord, How I Am Still Thine Own,
The Trembling Creature Of Thy Hand;
Think How My Heart To Sin Is Prone,
And What Temptations Round Me Stand.
- Oh Think Upon Thy Holy Word
And Every Plighted Promise There;
How Prayer Should Evermore Be Heard,
And How Thy Glory Is To Spare.
- 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.
- 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.