Prostrate, Dear Jesus, at Thy Feet

 

 

VERSE 1

Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet,

A guilty rebel lies;

And upwards to Thy mercy seat,

Presumes to lift his eyes.

 

VERSE2

If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes

In ceaseless torrents flow.

 

VERSE 3

But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which Thou hast shed

No blood, but Thou hast spilt.

 

VERSE 4

Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord,

And all my sins forgive:

Justice will well approve the word

That bids the sinner live.

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