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
Lord, at Thy feet a sinner lies. S. Browne. [Lent.] Appeared in the first edition of his Hymns and Spiritual Songs, &c, 1720, No. 15, in 6 stanzas of 4 lines, and entitled “Sinners suing for mercy." In Rippon's Selection, 1787, No. 235, it was altered to "Lord, at Thy feet ice sinners lie” and this form has been continued to modern hymnals, as in Baptist Psalms & Hymns, 1858 and 1880, No. 384. Its use is somewhat extensive.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)