A SINNER’S PLEA

Remember me, O Lord,
Forsake me not, I sigh,
Grant me that grace I seek,
Be Thou my helper nigh.

’Tis Thee alone, O God,
Must help me in my need;
Nought else will do for me,
Oh, hear me when I plead.

Thou only art my hope,
Wilt Thou my refuge be;
I will not give Thee rest
Till Thou my Savior be.

Nought of my own I bring
To earn Thy grace or smile;
Corrupt and full of sin,
A wretched man and vile.

Thy precious blood I plead,
That fountain opened wide,
That blood that flowed so free
From Jesus’ wounded side.

Poor sinner, I will hear
When Jesus is thy plea;
This only is the way
That I can answer thee.

I freely all forgive,
Thy faith hath made thee whole;
Now go thy way in peace,
For I have cleansed thy soul.

Oh, how shall I express
My gratitude to Thee?
For mercies bountiful
Thou hast bestowed on me.

When I behold Thy face
In righteousness above,
I’ll shout and sing Thy praise
For Thy eternal love.

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