Supplication · Hymn 577 · L.M

When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,

“Then he is gracious unto him, and saith deliver him from going down to the pit. I have found a ransom” job, 33:24

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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.

O think not of my shame and guilt,

My thousand stains of deepest dye;

Think of the blood which Jesus spilt,

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.

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.

Thine eyes, Thine ear, they are not dull;

Thine arm can never shortened be;

Behold me here; my heart is full;

Behold, and spare, and succor me.

Amen