1 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet,
A guilty rebel lies;
And upward to thy mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.
2 Let not thy justice frown me hence:
Oh, stay the vengeful storm:
Forbid it, that omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm.
3 If tears of sorrow could suffice
To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless currents flow.
4 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;
No tears, but those which thou has shed,
No blood, but thou hast spilt.
5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive;
Then justice will approve the word
That bids the sinner live.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #414
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #292||Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet||Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet||Samuel Stennett||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #5685||Prostrate, Dear Jesus, at Thy Feet||Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet||ARMAGH||Samuel Stennett||CM||<cite>A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors</cite>, by John Rippon, 1787|