392. O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend

1 O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy Cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, O plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with sorrow, pain and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend
Author: Charlotte Elliott (1835, a.)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: The Christian Life: Cross and Comfort
Tune Information
Name: CAERGYBI
Composer: John B. Roberts (1883)
Meter: 8 8 8, 6
Key: e minor



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