O Jesus, Lord of mercy great,
Look down upon my woeful state
And, as my soul repentance brings,
Forgive my sinful wanderings.

O Jesus, Lord, surpassing kind,
For this Thou cam'st, the lost to find;
To Thee I cry, O Lord attend,
I claim Thy help,--Thou art my Friend.

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Didst Thou not leave Thy home above?
Didst Thou not die to tell Thy love?
Yea, Lord, and love so great shall bless
The sinner in his helplessness.

I lift mine eyes--O Lord of grace,
I hear Thy voice, I see Thy face;
I clasp Thy wounded hand in mine,
And trust my soul to Love divine.