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When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend

Author: Rev. H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #591 (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner's dying Friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. 2 Oh, think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye! Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy. 3 Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own, The trembling creature of Thy hand; Think how my heart to sin is prone, And what temptations round me stand. 4 Oh, think upon Thy holy Word, And every plighted promise there! How prayer should evermore be heard, And how Thy glory is to spare. 5 Oh, think not of my doubts and fears, My strivings with Thy grace divine; Think upon Jesus' woes and tears, And let His merits stand for mine. 6 Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull; Thine arm can never shortened be; Behold me here; my heart is full; Behold, and spare, and succor me. Topics: Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: [When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend]

When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend

Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7131 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend, And plead with Thee for mercy there, Think of the sinner’s dying Friend, And for His sake receive my prayer. 2. O think not of my shame and guilt, My thousand stains of deepest dye; Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, And let that blood my pardon buy. 3. Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own, The trembling creature of Thy hand; Think how my heart to sin is prone, And what temptations round me stand. 4. O think upon Thy holy Word, And every plighted promise there; How prayer should evermore be heard, And how Thy glory is to spare. 5. O think not of my doubts and fears, My strivings with Thy grace divine; Think upon Jesus’ woes and tears, And let His merits stand for mine. 6. Thine eyes, Thine ear, they are not dull; Thine arm can never shortened be; Behold me here; my heart is full; Behold, and spare, and succor me. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. SEPULCHRE