When at Thy feet, oppressed,
The burdened sinner falls,
And, woeful and distressed,
Upon Thy mercy calls,—
O hear the penitential prayer,
Forgive the burdened sinner there.
Did’st Thou not send the Son,
To shew the Father’s grace,
To bid a world undone
Arise and seek His face?
And wilt Thou not in mercy say,
“Thy many sins I take away”?
Yea, Thou wilt not despise
The soul’s uplifted prayer;
Nor when our hopes arise,
Plunge us in deep despair;
But wilt forgive the evil done,
Through Christ the Well Beloved Son.
O Jesus Christ, by Thee
The Father’s grace is found,
And pardon full, and we
With every good abound,—
We see Thee nailed upon the tree,
And know all blessing comes from Thee.
|First Line:||When at Thy feet, oppressed|
|Title:||When at Thy feet, oppressed|
|Translator:||John Brownlie (1907)|