1 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favor we implore.
2 [On us, the vast extent display
Of thy forgiving love;
Take all our heinous guilt away,
This heavy load remove.
3 We sink, with all this weight oppress'd,
Sing down to death and hell;
Oh, give our troubled spirits rest,
Our num'rous fears dispel.]
4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore,
We would thy bowels move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.
5 Oh, for thy own, for Jesu's sake,
Our many sins forgive;
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
And breaking soon relieve.
6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,
And thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CXXXIII