84. O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend

1 O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end;
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding way,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with sorrow, pain, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend
Author: C. Elliott
Meter: 8.8.8.6.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1892
Topic: Lent; Parochial Missions; Trust
Tune Information
Name: TIDESWELL
Composer: E. J. Hopkins
Meter: 8.8.8.6.
Key: G Major



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