1 Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near,
Or bow myself before thy face?
How in thy purer eyes appear?
What shall I bring to gain thy grace?
2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
Will multiplied oblations please?
Thousands of rams his favor buy,
Or slaughtered hecatombs appease?
3 Can these assuage the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain?
Rives of oil, or seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain.
4 Guilty, I stand before thy face;
My sole desert is hell and wrath;
'Twere just the sentence should take place;
But Oh, I plead my Savior's death!
5 I plead the merits of thy son
Who died for sinners on the tree;
I plead his righteousness alone,
O put the spotless robe on me.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799